Gunnar A Motorcycle Club Romance - Nina Levine Page 0,9

think this is exactly what he wanted.

I dodge his punch and land another one on him, the crack of my fist connecting with his cheekbone satisfying as fuck. He comes back at me, this time more determined and manages to smash his fist into my face.

We spend the next few minutes trading punches, each one growing more savage than the last. His office chairs go flying, and the books in one of his bookshelves end up all over the floor as we crash into shit. The sound eventually draws Griff back into the room, and he steps into the fray, yelling at me to stop.

I’m fucking jacked up on adrenaline, and the blazing need to make this asshole hurt, so it takes Griff wrapping his arms around me and physically pulling me away from Hearst to stop me.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Gunnar,” Griff says once we’re out of Hearst’s office. “It’d make my fucking day if for once you managed to control your urge to punch people.”

Blood roars in my ears, fury races through my veins, and a whole fucking range of emotions I can’t even begin to understand threaten to consume me. It’s taking everything I have not to go back into Hearst’s office and finish what I started. Images of Chelsea with that motherfucker slice through my heart, adding to the bullshit in my head.

“Fuck!” I roar as I put my fist through the wall.

“Jesus fuck!” Griff eyes me, his own anger surfacing. “You about fucking done, brother? The last thing we need is trouble with this asshole.”

I suck in oxygen and work on clearing my thoughts.

He’s right, and I need to get myself under control. The last three months have been a mess of me doing whatever the fuck it takes just to get through my days. Fighting, drinking, and fucking, but mostly fighting. None of it is working, though. I’m still as fucked up over Chelsea as I was when this all started.

I look at Griff and nod. “Yeah, I’m done. Let’s get the fuck out of here.”

One of the things I respect about Griff is his ability to let shit go. He always makes it clear where he stands and what he thinks, but he doesn’t hold onto shit. He does that now and doesn’t bang on about what I just did in Hearst’s office, but I know he’s looking for me to make some changes. My club and my brothers are everything to me, so I’ll try, but fuck me, working with Hearst is going to make that hard as hell to do.

I throw some beer down my throat as I listen to my sister go on about the long day she had at work. Alexa helps our brother, Calder, manage our family’s chain of hotels around the world, and today they had problems with the computer system that crashed and caused havoc with the reservations. It’s shit I have zero fucks to give about, because I want nothing to do with my family’s business, but I love my sister enough to listen to her have a meltdown over it.

“Seriously, Calder can kiss my ass if he wants to treat me like shit over this. It wasn’t my fault the system crashed. I told him weeks ago it needed updating.” Alexa narrows her eyes at me. “You’re not really listening, are you?”

I suck back some more beer while thinking I’m going to need some stronger liquor than this. “I’m listening. Calder’s an asshole. I think that about covers it.”

She slides onto the stool next to mine at her kitchen island. Motioning at my face, she says, “Dare I ask who you punched today? I’m presuming that if you look like this, the other guy took a beating.”

“You can ask, but you won’t like the answer.”

“God, Mason, who?”

“Joe Hearst.”

Her eyes widen. “You’re not being serious?”

I move off my stool. “I’m gonna need rum for this. You still got that bottle I left here last time?”

She nods and points at a cupboard. “In there.”

I locate the rum and pour myself a glass. After I drink some, I rest my ass against the kitchen counter and look at my sister. Out of all my siblings, Alexa’s the one I’m closest to. There’s only one year between us and we were inseparable as kids. She might be younger than me, but she doesn’t act like a twenty-four-year-old; she’s far more responsible than I am. “I have to see Hearst due to club stuff going on, and he pushed my