53. Deflecting

CENRIC

“She kicked you out of the suite, and this is your greatest plan to save your loser ass? It’s been two days, man.”

“Do me a favor and shut up.” I still knew what I was doing, or at least. Guns were not the best thing to play with when you were not in the right mind. 

Two days ago, after Sadie unforgivably kicked me out of the hotel suite, I worked and worked, went to the penthouse after. I got drunk, slept, then woke up and worked again. The penthouse wasn’t the same without her. She was the light and soul of that place. That was why I had to go away to clear my head.

I extended my arms, aimed the pistol, and fired at the shooting target. 

“So shooting range is your way of recuperating? You’re a little rusty.” Beck was right. It had been a while since I held and fired a gun. It was not that I needed to carry every day. That was why I hired Beck and Linden. Compared to them, it was a part of their job to maintain