Seventy Eight.

Tristan

What the f*ck am I thinking?

What the f*ck am I thinking?

Gods, have I truly lost my f*cking mind after all these years and all this time. 

No, I am just trying to make sure that everything is taken care of. There is no second chances and I have to do this right the first time because that's all I get. I'm just making sure that my plan is flawless.

Pacing back and forth in the middle of Micah's living room wasn't making me feel any better, but thankfully Kesh was keeping his f*cking mouth shut ever since he talked me into this f*cking plan!

Damn, I really don't have any brain cells in this fucking head of mine. I'm nothing but a monster with muscles. "Ugh!!" I ran my hands through my hair and pulled the ends roughly as I struggled to contain myself.