Page 38 of Gunner
Leaning against the counter, she asked, “So, is it true?”
“Yes, ma’am. This is the best ice-cream I’ve ever had.”
“Not that, you idiot,” Sugar moaned. “The other thing?”
“Gonna have to be more specific, Sugar,” I said, taking another big bite.
Fuck me, this shit was the bomb!
“Tell me you didn’t fuck a certain coffee shop’s daughter?”
I swallowed the ice-cold concoction in my mouth and instantly the frozen treat hit the only brain cell I had left in my head, constricting it in a vise, trying to strangle my brain. Moaning, I leaned against the counter, rubbing my temple. When the pain subsided, I looked at Sugar, who stood glaring at me with a broad smile on her face, shaking her head. “Guess the rumor is true. Since this is your last day on earth, the ice cream is on the house. Consider it my parting gift. It was nice knowing ya, Gunner.”
“I...I...” I stuttered in shock.
How the fuck did she find out?
Who told her?
Fuck that. If she knew, who else knew?
Backing slowly away, I shook my head. For the first time in my life, I was speechless. I had no words. My brain cell was in a frozen coma. Nothing was working. Leaving the shop, I tried to ignore Sugar’s laughter. Walking out into the bright sun, I stared in horror as my life flashed before my eyes. It was fleeting.
Like a fucking blink, and it was over.
My phone ringing brought me out of my haze.
Reaching for it, I muttered. “Yeah?”
“How’s the dead man walking?”
Groaning, I sighed. “I’m gonna kill you, Scribe. How the fuck did you hear about me and Sarah?”
“Oh, a little birdy told me. So, how are you handling your last day on earth?”
“Just fine, thank you very much. Who else did you tell?”
“Just Sugar so far. But in thirty minutes, I’m calling Claudia and telling her the good news. She needs to know to prepare for an incoming trauma.”
“You keep your mouth shut or else,” I growled, heading for my bike. I was going to find the fucker and put him out of my misery.
The club could deal with one less brother.
It was getting crowded anyway.
“Can’t do that brother,” Scribe laughed. “Because at two o’clock I’ve got an appointment over at Heavenly Bodies & More, and you know how Morgan loves to talk when she waxes my bum. I think we’re gonna have plenty to talk about today.”
“Jesus Christ, Scribe. Morgan Delaney is one of the biggest gossips in town!”
“You should know. The whole town heard what she waxed off you five minutes after you left her shop. Really Gunner. She said you cried like a little bitch.”
“That shit hurt!”
“Does not. I get my balls done all the time. You’re just a pussy.”
Groaning, I rubbed my temple. He was giving me a headache. “Scribe. Who told you?”
“Who do you think, asshole? She came into the bowling alley, upset. I felt compelled to help her.”