Chapter 52: Hendrix

Hendrix

"Where are you, Parker?" Jax stormed into the house, took one look at the room I was in, and cursed. "Are you kidding me with this shit? How dare you act out when you made the bed, you're currently lying in."

"Just go. I want to be alone," I muttered loud enough that he heard. It was all the energy I had left. "Don't need you here to remind me that I fucked up with the person that mattered most."

Bringing the almost empty bottle of scotch to my lips, I took a large gulp. My insides churned, the urge to destroy everything in my path overwhelming me once more.

So far, the kitchen and dining room had taken the brunt of my ire. Shattered, the remains laid in tattered heaps all around me. The perfect simile to my life.

I fucked everything that I touched.

First Ophelia, and now Beau.

Just thinking about them left me a confused and angry mess. I'd let my dick detract my attention from what mattered; the memory of my wife shouldn't be tainted by my lack of self-control.

I shouldn't b