“Of course,” I reason. “Because cock makes you blind.”
He sighs.
“And what else?” I ask. “What about Katie? Or Kylie? Or Mrs. Rogers? I mean, I get that Katie and Kylie were prostitutes too, so who gives a fuck, right? But Mrs. Rogers sure as hell wasn’t.”
“There isn’t enough evidence,” Booker says, but even he doesn’t believe that bullshit.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”
I bolt up out of my chair and head for the door. I am so done with this, and it was nice knowing him.
“You have to be patient,” he tells me. “We’ll get them on other charges.”
“Patient?” I snap. “You want me to be fucking patient? You know what I did to come here. To do this. You gave me your word and…”
“They’ve got hits out on you,” he says. “I can’t protect you if you walk out that door.”
“Who cares anymore?” I yell. “Because I sure the hell don’t.”
“Tenly.”
His voice is a plea, but it isn’t because he needs me to stay. It’s because he wants information on Storm.
I would hate him for it if he didn’t look so pathetically beat down right now.
“We’re going to get them on other charges,” he says, and this time he’s almost convincing.
“You’re a fucking asshole,” I say. “If you want her so bad, just go out and find her.”
“This isn’t just about that,” he tells me. “I know you don’t believe me, but I really am trying to help you, Scarlett. Just give me a few more days. That’s all I ask. You know as well as I do that if you walk out that door you’re dead.”
I sulk back across the room and collapse into a chair. It isn’t because I’m scared.
It’s because I’m just so goddamn tired.
“What else have I got to do?” I mutter.
Thirty-Four
Rory
“Ye’re out tonight,” Crow tells me as I hammer the bag with my already bloody knuckles.
I stop and turn to him, shaking my head.
“Like fuck I am.”
“Watch what ye say to me,” he growls. “You are a mate and a brother, but you’d do well to remember I’m also your boss.”
“And ye have no good reason for keeping me out of the ring tonight. I’ve made you a boat load of cash over the last two weeks.”
“Aye,” Crow agrees. “And you’ve also done your shoulder in and your leg is banjaxed as well. Have a look at yourself.”
He gestures to the mirror, but I ignore it.
“Just needs a bit of ice and I’ll be sorted.”
“What ye need is some time off,” he says. “And that’s not a request, but an order.”
