Anger & A Gator

Storm

“What do I do?”

“Can you be more specific? Like I don’t know, give me a hint or something, Storm?”

“Carley. She is Gator’s niece,” I growl at my best friend and stepsister.

“Are you talking about Sawyer?” She questions me.

“Who else would I be talking about?” I say frustratingly.

“Okay. I know Sawyer is a Death King. So am I. Why is this such a big deal to you?” She questions and I halt my running.

I was so angry that I went for a run and called Carley to get her advice. Maybe I should have called Jase or Weston instead.

“She doesn’t need our protection,” I ground between clenched teeth.

“Why is that a problem?” She asks me.

“Because he was under the notion that they needed to return to protect her,” I hear Jase comment.

Over the past three years, we have grown close to the members of C.H.A.O.S. once we put aside our dick-measuring contest for Carley’s attention. Sure, we w