Page 6 of Capturing Hearts

Chapter Five

Tommy

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Standing back as Brendan peers through the crisscrossed iron, I’m watching her count the money and all I can see is her flying through it to grab my gun from my hand, disarm me with a surprise attack. I glance over to my BMW, but it’s parked too far up the street. And now that I think about it, I don’t have a gun anymore. Begrudgingly I admit to myself that it’s probably a good thing I don’t.

“Hang on a sec,” Brendan says, as he stares at her.

The voice hissing in my mind says to walk away. I knew when I was sitting at Knockout that I shouldn’t come, and the anger and hatred pulsing through me right now is proof I should have listened. But it’s too late. I’m here now.

There’s a Mexican guy sitting in there with her. Obviously works there. He’s drumming on the counter and that bitch is laughing and talking about something we can’t hear. She looks over to the guy and her eyes fall to the window and she freezes. For a second, I think she recognizes me, but then I realize she’s looking at Brendan, and I’m just being paranoid. But my heart stopped for a second and my instincts to fight went into overdrive. I’m seeing red, watching her smile.

If I was going to walk away, that chance is gone. I’m not going anywhere. I’m seeing this through. My morbid curiosity has me in its clutches. There’s no turning back.

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