Chapter Eight
Cal
The last few days have been awkward. We have text one another a lot, almost constant. With her shifts between the PIT and Skin and for me with Axe and working with Lexington... it’s hard to know where either of us are.
I am left confused on the text this morning though.
Jen: So, when we say hashing it out later what do we mean?
Me: Well, I know what I mean by it. What do you mean by it?
I toss back my protein shake and sign for Axe to follow me to the gym in my home.
This is our ritual. Wake up, be lazy for a few minutes, breakfast (cheerios and bananas for him, protein shake and a pot of coffee for me) then we work out. Well, I work out. He plays with the jungle gym set I had installed last year.
I check my phone one last time before I set my playlist on the overhead sound system and dock my phone right as 'Diary of Jane' starts her text comes through.
Jen: Well I think it means we are seeing what happens.
In a split second I know this workout is getting its ass kicked. She pisses me off more often than not. This is just one of many examples.
Me: I am pretty sure we both know what will happen, but I'll break it down for you. I said be with me. You agreed. Everything outside of that we could hash out. Example; secrets, betrayals, trust issues... whatever.
I take my phone to the treadmill and start my warm up, eyeing Axe who climbs his gym and jumps all of three feet down over and over again. Engrossed in his own world, I refrain from screaming fuck for his benefit. This woman is making me bat shit crazy.
Jen: I’m scared
I sigh and up the speed and start the incline.
Me: Well you told me the worst right?
Jen: The dangerous side yes, but there is so much that took place in that span of time. Nothing was worse than that though.
Me: Then we hash it out. Case in point Red
I wait for her response but after a while I focus on my workout uninterrupted and haul ass to the showers to get the kid ready for school.
By noon I hadn’t heard from her and it was driving me crazy. I can’t figure out what the hell else she is scared of. The bomb was dropped the other night and I did as she asked and sandblasted it the fuck away.
Maybe she thinks I need the details, sorted and detailed, but I don’t. I can’t hear it all because I have every intention of tracking those bastards down and ensuring they rot in prison. If I know the sort of shit she went through, fuck no I will kill them. I won’t be able to think rational like Cal did when he found out about Corey trying to kill Cassa.
I am from the Noah mindset of let the fuckers suffer, by any means necessary.
I shoot Chad a text asking him to come jam so I am warmed up for the first session in the studio with Lex. I need to have some music and with my emotions going ADD on me I need something to surface me or we are gonna have shit to work with.
Chad: Yeah Carrie is with Bright doing wedding shit. Noah's here, he's gonna cruise with me yeah?
Me: Hell yeah. Where’s Shame?
Chad: Final adoption interview for Ella's biological brother.
Me: I forgot. I need to wish them luck. My heads fucked up today.
I immediately shoot Shame and Sass a good luck text and reassure them they got this, when Chad texts again.
Chad: On our way.
Me: I'm in the studio.