43

ROME

“I think that’s enough, man.” Linden looked at the empty bottles of beer and whiskey on the table. I didn’t have to ask how he found me. Zee probably asked his help since I didn’t budge.

I’d been at the Night Stalker since ten and lost track of time. It was probably morning, but who cared? I needed to forget her, to get rid of her out of my life.

“Don’t you ever tell me you know how I feel, Linden?” I pointed at him. I was drunk, and I could barely keep my eyes open. “Because you have no fucking idea what it feels like to be turned down, dumped by the only woman I’ve ever loved, and broken at the same time.”

“I’m not gonna tell you that, bro. And I definitely have no idea what you are going through right now. But that’s why I am here.”

“To do what exactly? To talk about how Storm broke my heart? No thanks.” I tried to stand up, but the room started spinning. “I think I’m drunk.”

Linden caught me in the arms. I wasn’t aware he didn’t come alone. “We got you, bro. We got you.”