“Thank you. Even though I specifically told you to stay put and quiet.”
“If it weren’t for my rebellious nature, you’d be dead, and I’d be…” That phrase started with a joking tone and ended with a grim one.
“That didn’t happen. Get dressed, we need to disappear from here fast before the cops arrive.”
She nods and starts to get dressed. I realize I’m fucked up when I start to pick up our stuff —my body’s in a lot of pain.
“Ready, babe?” She nods once again, takes my hand and says,
“Let’s get out of here.”
Chapter Thirty
Yes, ma’am.
Sarah
We’re riding back to Bruno’s. The atmosphere is horrible— silent and cold. All the magic, the good vibes and the pleasure from last night went overboard. It seems like we aren’t allowed to have a good time, that having it was a big ass mistake. I didn’t want to believe it, but after seeing what was left of the motel room in the rearview mirror… well, that was pretty fucking convincing. At first, I thought I was in heaven, floating, happy and relaxed. Then, the explosion happened. If it weren’t for Bruno’s quick reflexes and actions, we would’ve been killed.
Man, we really can’t catch a break.
A lot has happened in the last 24 hours.
I’ve been held hostage, had sex with Bruno, some people tried to kill us, and… I killed a man. Yes. Me. Sarah Fitcher killed a man in cold blood. I didn’t even know the man five minutes before I pulled the trigger. Not his name or his background. Did he have a wife, kids? What I do know is that I shot him in the back. He was about to shoot Bruno and I couldn’t let that happen. The bare thought of losing him too drove me crazy. I don’t know what I’d do without him.
I’m aware that everything went sideways because of me and my stupid feelings. If I had done as he commanded, this would’ve been avoided. But no, I had to go out of my way and approach my mother’s grave and fuck this all up.
“Here, put this on your eye,” I say and throw a bag of frozen beans from the freezer.
“I’m okay, I just need a moment.” Tough as usual.
“What you need is ice on that pretty face of yours. And a shower.”
He scoffs and says, “Am I stinking the place up? Is that what you’re trying to tell me?”
“If that will make you take a shower, then yeah, that’s what I’m saying.”
“I’m still not gonna do it.”
“Are you gonna make me rip that shirt off and make you do it?”
“I would love to see that happening.” He winks at me after that line.
How can he be this relaxed after all that happened?
“Either you put ice on that eye, or you’re not going to see much for the next couple of days.”
“Touché,” he says. He walks into the bathroom and turns the shower on. “Are you coming or what?”
“I don’t think so,” I say, even though I really want to join him.
“You were right, I can barely see. I need some help over here.”
“Very funny, mister. I think you’ll be alright.”
After he’s done showering, he walks back to the living room wearing nothing but a towel around his waist.
“Shower is done. Anything else you want me to do?”
