Avenging Angel (Pounding Hearts 5)

I check the time on my phone and it’s fucking nine in the damn morning.

Just like my fucking headache, the pounding doesn’t stop. It only continues at a steady fucking pace.

Boom. Boom. Boom.

Like a goddamn sledgehammer.

Dropping my phone to the ground with my shaky morning fingers, I shout out, “Fuck off unless you have a fucking warrant!”

There’s a loud noise outside that sounds like a foot hitting the door, and I groan.

What the fuck did I do last night? What in the hell did I do? As far as I know, I blacked out here on my couch from the rum I was slamming back.

Fuck. Last night was a bad one. I must have listened to the message from Tommy a couple of dozen times. Each time he said goodbye, I’d take another drink. It was like I was playing my own little drinking game.

Goodbye. Drink. Goodbye. Drink.

Pound. Boom. Pound. Boom.

The beating on the door continues. I’d be better off going and sleeping in my fucking bed. But whoever the fuck is trying to beat my fucking door down is gonna catch a beating first.

Thankfully the world doesn’t spin in circles as I stand up from the couch. And fuck me if I’m not lucky, I still have my damn pants on and they’re dry.

Goodass luck.

“Whoever the fuck you are pounding on my fucking door, you need to fucking stop right the fuck now!” I shout out as I move to the door.

Unlocking the door, I yank it open only to see a massive chest standing there in a black fucking shirt.

“You big, fucking asshole! What the fuck do you think you’re doing shit like that for?” I ask as I look up and see Chase’s face.

“I wanted to make sure you heard me.”

He laughs as he steps to the side so I can see who else is laughing.

“Fuck off the two of you,” I snarl at Dale as he steps into view.

Chase grins. “That’s not very polite of you.”

“It wasn’t polite of your mom to birth you into this world,” I snap as I start closing the door.

“That wasn’t a very nice thing to say, Emmett,” Dale says with a chuckle.

They both just stand there as the door closes until a giant shoe pushes its way between the do

or and the frame.

Fucking dicks.

Pulling it back open, I ask, “What do you want? Tell me now so I can say no and go back to bed.”

Dale pushes past me and takes a long look at the fucked-up living room. Chase follows after him and looks around as well.

Both of their faces pinch as they turn back to face me.

“What the fuck are you doing? Trying to open a distillery in your liver?” Dale asks.

“Yeah, I figured it would be worth something when I die,” I grumble as I head out of the living room.