He’d lift the two ounce glass up, sniff the strong spirits and then set it back down to stare intently at the contents. Anger clouded his judgment and hurt seized his heart. In his gut he hoped she wouldn’t get rid of their child. A small amount of guilt tugged at him for demanding she be out of his place by the time he returned. In one moment, when he had her against the wall, all the progress he’d made in the past ten years disappeared. In his place was the angry unrepentant, authority hating young man he was before. Derek had no choice but to leave his own home to regain his senses. An agitated groan escaped his mouth and he slid his hand in his pocket to flip his sobriety medallion between his fingers. The overwhelming urge to say fuck it and slip into a drunken stupor called to him, but the angel on his shoulder advised him to reconsider. So there he sat, alone at a hoppin’ bar contemplating his next move. “Hey bro.” Derek glanced up and saw Nadja’s man. “Donato.”
