gangleaders angel - DISCONTINUED

chapter 31

jordi's pov

rolling over i snuggle further into my warm comfortable pillow and my warm cotton bed sheets

wait, what. the last thing i remember is being dragged away from the bar and then everything is a blur and black

i shoot up at lightning speed, honestly i have no clue how i didn't get whiplash, looking around to see that i am in fact in my own bed

i look down at my clothes to see i'm in a oversized white t-shirt and a pair of nike pro shorts. my black lace bra and panties so who ever changed me didn't take them off which is good

i swear to fucking god if reece is the one who changed me i will cut his balls off

i let out a breath i didn't know i was holding before laying back down in my comfortable ass bed

as my head hits the pillow a pounding starts to happen inside my skull

fuck. i didn't drink anything so it's not a hangover and i definitely didn't take any drugs

i roll over groaning as my head won't stop pounding to see a water bottle and a note

i pick up the note and read it before picking up the advil and water bottle. placing the 2 advil's in my mouth i swallow with a large gulp of water

ahhh, refreshing

i pull the covers over my legs and place my feet on the floor. i push my body offf of the soft mattress and stand on my wobbly legs

walking over to my vanity i grab my purse and fish my phone out from the bottom. i leave my gun i. my purse for next time

i open my door and walk out of my room. i look down the hallway to see that it's completely empty and all the doors are closed

i walk out into the hallway and towards the elevator to see if it's fixed yet. i press the button and nothing happens

of course it's not fucking fixed. it's been broken for over a year and it's still not fixed. lazy bitches

i roll my eyes in annoyance and walk back towards the stairs. i walk down the flights of stairs and nearly trip over my own to feet when i get to the bottom

my jaw drops at the sight standing in front of me

holy shit

standing with his back to me and facing the door is a shirtless reece talking to someone else facing the door

man his fucking back muscles. cue the drool

his tattoo covered skin is glistening with sweat and his back muscles are on full view. a white t-shirt is scrunched up in his hand and his grey shorts hanging lowly on his hips

i didn't expect this but i mean, i'm not complaining

i walk down the rest of the stairs and into the kitchen, ignore the stares that i can feel burning into the back of my skull