Ambrose
Fuck! f**k! f**k!
Sierra was not supposed to see me with blood on my clothes. There are some things she doesn’t need to know about. It is better that way. It is why I became angry at her. Well, part of the reason. She shouldn’t have been sneaking around and listening to a conversation she wasn’t part of. It is rude.
Groaning, I return to my team. “You are all dismissed. I will need to tend to Sierra. I will be in touch tomorrow.”
They nod and leave. I make sure to lock up behind them. I remove my bloody shirt, toss it in the laundry basket. The blood isn’t mine. It belongs to someone who deserved what he had coming to him. I gather myself, take a few deep breaths and head upstairs. I don’t want to lose my temper at her. My feelings have been conflicted since our hook-up. I c
