Page 15 of Nitro

Sure, I was rattled, but I wasn't going to give up just yet. Without thinking, I dialed Nitro's number.

"Tommy?" he sounded groggy.

I must've woken him up, and immediately, I felt guilty.

"Sorry, go back to sleep. It's nothing," I quickly said.

"It's not nothing." He sounded more awake now.

I just... I faltered, unsure how to explain what happened.

Telling Nitro I nearly had a breakdown buying something from the pharmacy and had imagined someone following me home made me seem weird.

I swallowed the lump in my throat.

"I'll be right there," Nitro said when I didn't say anything more.

"No, that's not necessary," I said, but Nitro had ended the call.

"Keep this up, and he'll start thinking dating you isn't worth all the hassle," I whispered to myself.

I curled myself into a tiny ball on the sofa, wishing for the hundredth time I didn't go out tonight.

If I stayed in bed, none of this would have happened.

It was so easy to believe that I was on the right track, that things were getting back to normal.

Then something like this happened, shattering the illusion that everything was fine when it was far from it.

I was still wallowing in pity when the doorbell rang.

When I didn't answer it right away, there was pounding on the door. I cringed at the sound.

"Tommy? Are you alright? If you don't answer me right away, I'll break this door down,” Nitro yelled.

I believed him. I once saw Nitro send a bigger alpha shifter flying across the room. He also sounded worried. I relaxed.

For a moment there, I thought my stalker had followed me home.

Pulling myself together, I finally opened the door and realized what a mess I must've looked.

I should've splashed some water on my face or something before he arrived.

Nitro stood on the doorstep, concern etched across his face.

His eyes scanned me from head to toe, and I couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious under his gaze.

NITRO

To say I'd had a bad day would be an understatement.

First, I stumbled upon Gin and Benji's wedding announcement plastered all over social media.

Then, work took a nosedive, and somehow, I found myself in the big boss's office – a first since I joined the Grizzly Reapers MC.

All thanks to Spike.

Spike tapped his foot impatiently as Venom's office contained two chairs.