Dead Man’s Hand 5

Fender

I caught up with Gemma before she got back to the bar, my hand came down hard on her shoulder and I span her around. Making her crash into my chest.

“Stop Gem.” My voice came out ragged. Out of breath like I had been running. “What the hell is your problem tonight?”

Finally, her black-rimmed eyes rose to meet mine. “You’re my problem Fender. You’re everyone’s problem.”

The words seemed to tear their way out of her throat.

“The way you humiliated Chelsea tonight. The way you are continuously humiliating Ruin. Your a fucking shitty excuse for a human being Fender and an even worse dad.”

My hand tightened on her arm, my fingers digging into her skin. It would leave a mark but I just didn’t care.

Who the fuck did she think she was? Talking to me like that?

“Careful now woman.” The warning in my tone was clear.

“No fender I won’t be careful. Someone needs to tell you. You are a mess. Fucking your daughters friend in front of your kids … that isn’t normal. The fact you think it’s