“So don’t be a dick to me, and don’t hide things from me,” she said. “Be you. Because you’re enough. You’re handsome enough and you’re strong enough. You don’t have to worry about how you’ll feel if someone will fuck you over, because you’ve already handled the worst.”
That was nice to hear. I didn’t necessarily agree with it. It was much easier to just be cold and turn out the world.
But I understood what she meant.
“Cool,” I said.
“Now go back to Brock and tell him what I’m going to do,” she said. “I’m putting up those signs whether you like it or not or help or not.”
“The fuck?”
“You think you’re the only one that has a bone to pick with the Bandits?” she said with a raised eyebrow. “I may not win a fistfight with them, but that doesn’t mean I can’t fight back.”
This girl was either the biggest badass I’d ever seen or the most insane woman ever. But either way…
She was certainly no goddamn damsel in distress.
“Well, if you’re going to force the issue, we want in,” I said.
“Good,” she said. “Signs go up next week. Prepare yourselves.”
We would.
We were ready to knock one more Bandit down for the count.
We were ready to bring this town one step closer to peace.
And all it took was the involvement of a woman that, I was starting to realize, I didn’t want pushed away from me. I wanted her right by my fucking side.
The past didn’t matter. How she felt did.
