Page 82 of Into the Blue
Brave guy.
Stupid guy.
But brave,I’ll give him that.
I don’t think to reach for my knife because it’d be fucked up to attack a man trying to defend one of my soldiers. Even if it would be easy, this is a very public place and I am notthatunhinged.
Yet.
Michael tries to put up an argument with me to protect my guard which is hilarious at best. Eventually she puts a stop to it.
“Mack,” she says, obviously recognizing how much danger he’s in playing with me.Mack not Michael.“It’s okay. I remember who Blue is by reputation.” She asks, “What history do we have together?”
So, there really is nothing there.“Not important.” I shrug, deciding I don’t have time to rehash everything for her and this is not the place either way. We’re in mixed company and I’m not sure if it would help her or be a good use of my time. “If any of those memories come back, you tell me first.”
She crosses her arms over her chest, somehow managing to look down her nose at me—even with a bandage on her forehead. “How? My phone was smashed in the accident. I filed an insurance claim for a replacement, but who knows when it will come.”
Looking around for a bit I see what I need. Leaning over to the side table, I write my number on a tissue. “Call me if anythin’ comes back toyou.” She snatches the tissue from my hand and I chuff at her.Only she would dare do that.“Might not have your memories, but your attitude still fuckin’ sucks. Thought some brain trauma would’ve helped you.”
“Well, you thought wrong,” she sneers, crossing her arms. “Somethin’ else you’re lookin’ for?”
So many things.“Nah. I’ll go.” I don’t wait for a second longer. There somewhere else I have to be.
I stand outside of my brother’s door trying to decide if I should knock or not.
They say bad things come in threes. And the bad things that have come my way are greater than three, within too short a period of time for my liking.
First, the woman that I thought was on my side, is not at all the person I welcomed into my home. She’s hiding something. I will find out what it is but still… What the fuck?
Second, since having her in my home, returning home to her at night, I have noticed more people going missing and consequently more of my fucking weed going missing as well.
And as a final straw, my brother, who I never wanted to be anywhere near this shit, has somehow gotten his cookie cutter life intertwined with mine. He was held at gun point by my soldier who remembers nothing of the incident. All because Colton put Mireya in danger and Tony was the one to rescue her.
What kind of parent brings their kid to a drug deal?
Like I said, Colton is a piece of shit dad. Mireya was in that hospital because of him. It seems like somewhat of a miracle that Tony and Drea weren’t injured, too.
I don’t have a choice, I knock on my brother's door.
The clattering of his dopey dog proceeds him looking through the peephole at me. I can feel how deeply he’s sighing from my side of thedoor before he even opens it. It’s cold as fuck and I’m ready to get my ass inside.
“I just got back from the hospital,” I tell him without a preamble when I can tell he’s still in a shitty mood. Seems like everybody is.
There’s no emotion in his voice when he asks, “For what?” He looks like hell, warmed over. Dark circles visible even under his brown skin.
My eyebrows pull down in confusion.Why the fuck else would I be at the hospital?“Colton and one of my others were there. I had to try and get the stories straight. Your name came up in both.”
He doesn’t seem surprised in the least. “So what? Saidoneof your others. What about that Thane guy?”
I shrug a shoulder, “He didn’t make it. Dead men can’t tell any more stories.” And it was true. Something I found to be very useful in my life.
A shudder rolls down his back before he begins to ask, “Did you—”
“Be real, T. You think I’d off somebody in a public hospital? This ain’t that. I like my life in the free world just as much as you.”
He rolls his eyes. “Look, I don’t know what you’d do.”I wish it were staying that way.
“I know.” I take a seat on the couch next to where he’s stretched out. “What do you know about that Mack dude?”
