'Oh for God’s sake, Lucy, I thought we were over this - I thought you trusted me -'
'- I do.' She chewed her lip and rubbed her palm on the thighs of her new jeans. 'I just...' She glanced in the wing mirror, 'just in case. You know?'
Oliver didn't know. He raised his eyebrows quizzically, waiting for her to elaborate.
'You know, in case... they come. And I have to defend myself.'
A small smile tugged at his lips. 'Defend yourself? What are you going to be able to do against one of Joey Leonardo's hit men?'
'Well, you know. I might manage to scare them off if they see I'm armed -’
This made Oliver burst into a full blown laugh. 'Jesus woman, there's one thing being armed, and another thing being able to use the gun!'
She felt her ears burn. He was so fucking patronising.
'Well I could have easily shot you the other day, why give me a gun if you thought I wasn't capable of using it?' '
That's exactly why I gave it to you! There's no way I would have given it to you if I thought for a second you'd be brave enough to pull the trigger!'
She didn't respond. She was angry - she didn't like the way he assumed that she couldn't function without him. He had to order her food, he had to pick out her clothes, all the while defending her poor, stupid self. Sure, she'd never used a gun before, but she knew damn well that if her life depended on it, she would pull that goddamn trigger.
'Listen,' he said softly, placing a strong hand on her leg, 'if anyone comes after you, I'll shoot them myself. Okay?'
Lucy's heart softened slightly. But she was still battling the niggling feeling that he thought he was incompetent.
'Yeah, fine. But if I get shot and killed when you're too busy brushing your hair or something, I'm going to be very mad.'
He laughed, and turned up the radio.