Clubrooms Diary novel Chapter 44

CHAD

May 14 2018 

I jerk awake, gasping for air, and search my body frantically, anxiously patting down my torso. It had all been a dream. A real disturbing dream that's left me quivering. I wipe the beading sweat from my brow and attempt to calm my breathing and heart rate. 

"Shit, shit, shit...." I start banging my hands against my steering wheel, evidently freaking the fuck out. 

I scrub my trembling hand across my face, removing the fear that has stained my skin. The thought of Caddie and Jaxson being hurt weighs heavily on me; guilt begins to gnaw at me, and I feel sick to my stomach. I'm a really shitty brother and a genuine piece of shit Uncle. All right, I admit it, I've accepted it, but I don't like it anymore.

If I don't die today I vow to change, I vow to stop thinking with my dick and take care of my family. I chuckle, who would have thought having Amar kill me in my dreams would shake me and wake me. It's like I've been given a second chance and I don't want to waste it. Do I regret collaborating with Maddie?

Gods yes, not one of my finest moments. I inwardly facepalm myself.

I shift my eyes and look towards the club, the SUVs gone and I sigh with relief. After a few deep breaths and some positive self-talk. I step out of my car and into the Autumn breeze.

On trembling limbs, I make my way to the club's door. Before my hand settles on the doorknob, I look in the window, flinching at my reflection, and hastily finger comb my hair. When I'm satisfied with my resemblance, I yank open the door, walk through the hallway and whistle like it's just another ordinary day in paradise.

When I observe that the walkway to my office is clear, I stop whistling, not wanting to draw attention to myself as I'm not in the chattering mood. I walk into my office and shut the door behind me, sighing, with relief, leaning my head against the door, thankful my tormentor had left. 

I walk towards my desk.

"What the fuck!" I cry out as I stub my leg against something hard.

I look down and my safe is wide open. Dropping to my knees I peer inside and it's empty. 

"Fuck!!!! I've been robbed." I yell out, on the verge of crying. 

Who the fuck would-

"You're lucky it's just your safe that's been emptied." His sinister voice welcomes me.

When I look up, I watch Amar swivelling in my chair, behind my desk to face me. He has a gun in his hand, pointing in my direction. I bow my head and silently beg the gods to forgive me and grant me access to the stairwell that leads to the sky.

'Please.... Not again!' I silently cry, trying not to piss myself. 

His shiny shoes appear in front of me and I raise my head slowly running my eyes up his body until they collide with his.

"I D.. DI.. DID'NT DO IT," I grovel at his feet.

"IT WASNT ME!!!..." I lie through my teeth. 

"What wasn't you?" He sneers. 

"Ummm." My body continues to tremble. 

"Are you a man or woman?." He chuckles, twirls the gun on his finger and passes it to me.