Chapter 150

Grayson POV

After having a huge fight with Christine—one where I probably said shit I can’t take back—I pull up to a bar on the outskirts of town.

I just want to drink until I can’t fucking think anymore. Until I can’t fucking feel anymore. Until the burn of whiskey drowns out the rage boiling inside me.

How the fuck did everything fall apart?

First, Christine lying straight to my face, like I’m not her fucking husband. Then Alyssa—my baby sister—fucking King, Niko, and Mason for months, and not a single one of those assholes thought I had a right to know.

Not my brothers. Not my wife. No one.

I grip my glass tighter, my knuckles turning white as I swirl the amber liquid inside. The trust I had in them is gone—nonexistent. And the worst part? I don’t even know how to fucking fix it.

But right now, I have more important shit to handle.

“Careful, Gray,” a smug voice cuts through my thoughts. “If my prez finds out about all these l