Blue lights and bruises

chapter 8

___Jays POV___

After a long days work for that ungrateful little bitch, I come home and tell her to sleep. What's so wrong about wanting her to have a good sleep schedule? It's like she enjoys tormenting me. God.

"Jay you alright? You look tense man"

My eyes flicked up from the bleak oak wood table I had been glaring at for the past 5 minutes. I had been sat hunched over with a glass of whisky in my hand.

"Why do you ask? Do I really look like the kinda guy who has many problems Cole?"

He shrugged and went back to sipping his whiskey. I on the other hand, leaned back slowly and drank it in one go. Like a shot but slower, to let the burn of the alcohol run down my throat and remind me why I was here in the first place.

"When's the next shipment coming in?" My voice was horse "soon I hope?"

He nodded without changing his expression.

"Yeah, next week. It took a little longer than expected to get past airport security. You know how those damn drug dogs are."

It was my turn to nod as I placed my empty glass top side down on the table.

"Then I'll be back next week. Got no time to hang around."

I stood to leave, my boots making a loud and echoey noise as they hit the floor. Cole followed me to the door.

"Having woman problems again?" He had the stupidest smirk plastered onto his face "can't keep your bitch in line?"

"Keeping Sam in line isn't an issue you should worry about. Keeping your tongue attached should be though."

I flashed him a fake smile to let him know I was in no way joking.

His face dropped and he opened the door

"See you in a week then Jay, have a good one."

I nodded once more and set out trudging across the alleyway that lead to my truck.

Drink driving wasn't the worst thing i had done today, there were many things above that. Im not exactly worried about crashing, i was only worried about getting home to convince Sam i 'didn't mean it' or 'loved her'. Those lines always got her.

After getting onto the drivers seat and preparing to make my way back home I realised the time. 11:45. She'll be at work right now.

Letting out a heavy sigh I changed the directions my head was telling me to follow back home, to the ones that would take me to that pit of horrors.

"Sammy girl here I come."

And for the next 20 minutes I drove in silence.