Page 4 of The Trust We Broke
I shake off Atom’s hold. “I’m fine. And I’d like to see you try.”
“Guess you didn’t know Lucy was back in town,” Atom says.
I shake my head. “No.”
“Hate to say it,” Smoke says. “But if she’s here, and she can practice law here after being in New York, it’s more than just a visit. There’s paperwork involved in practicing in a different state.”
I catch Butcher’s concerned look, but I can’t speak to him yet. Emotions are still too overwhelming. And I’m filled with fury that all she had to do was show up, and I reacted like I did.
It’s like I’ve shown every card I ever held. She still has the ability to turn me into a pretzel. I force myself to take a breath. Then another.
And another.
“Let me walk it off,” I say, moving past the two of them to pace the sidewalk.
I’ve got no clue what I’m going to do when she comes out again. A part of me wants to slice all four tires of her car. But I know that, in spite of everything, I wouldn’t leave her stranded.
Not sure what that says about me.
Time rolls painfully by.
Five minutes.
Fifteen minutes.
Occasionally, I lose control again.
Everyone is looking at me like a bomb about to explode.
Only Atom and Smoke are brave enough to step into my orbit. Even though I threaten both of them, they don’t leave my side.
“Grudge,” Butcher shouts. He tips his head for me to join him where he’s talking with Wraith.
“What the fuck is she doing here, Prez?” I ask when I get to him.
“No clue. I called up a friend. Got my woman a lawyer. Didn’t know Lucy would show up. But we got a problem.”
I’m sure he does, but right now, I’m lacking any kind of focus beyond the myopic statement that Lucy is back. “A bigger one than my ex-fucking-wife walking around here like she’s welcome?”
“Keep looking at me, then we’re gonna look at something above the station door. But I think we got a spy watching us. The other side of the street. A blue sedan. Wraith knows the guy. Midtown Rebel. I need you and Wraith to go deal with him. Now, look above the fucking door.”
Wraith looks with us. “Go around back of the precinct, then come up behind him.”
I don’t want to go anywhere. I want to be right here, to prove with my own eyes that Lucy is actually here.
But I remember who I am.
I’m vice president of the motherfucking Outlaws.
I do whatever I want.
I sleep with whoever I want.
And right now, I have a job to do.
So, fuck Lucy De Bose.
For now…
