Everything spins as I open my eyes. I'm in the back of the van. Lifting my head, it's eerily quiet, and no one else is in the damn car. Bringing my head forward, everything blurs for a second, and I groan. Leaning forward, I close my eyes and rest my head on the back of the seat in front of me. Before I can stop it, a tear slides down my cheek.
I have no idea how to fix my marriage.
Sapphire wasn't wrong last night when she said my pride is my downfall. Ever since I took over this club at twenty-two, I've pushed through everything. Hell, half the time, I don't even fully listen to Medic because I think I can handle s**t. No matter what life throws at me, I got it. I'm the president of the f*****g Emerald Isle, for f**k's sake. I have to be able to handle my s**t without ever lookin
