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“Danny, she’s understandably emotional at the moment.”
“That was before I told her about Sandy,” I yell, laughing again. “The Sandy thing was the icing on the cake. Fuck me, I can’t do right for doing wrong.”
“Where is she?”
“I don’t know. She left the restaurant.”
“And you didn’t stop her?”
I shrink into my seat. “I was busy,” I say quietly, full of regret.
“Doing—”
“Threatening three men who stuck their noses into my business.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake.”
“And now she’s out there alone somewhere, Sandy’s on the loose, not to mention the Mexicans, and—” I slam the ball of my palm into the steering wheel. “I can’t believe she thinks I could fuck another woman!” I take a hard right and put my foot down.
“Well, that’s my romantic sunset ride with my wife and our bump out on the water done with. Meet me at the club.”
“You got Tank?”
“Yeah.”
“And Fury?”
“With Pearl.”
“See you soon.” I hang up and dial Fury. “Meet me at the club now,” I order, putting my foot down.
I’ve called her another three times by the time I get to Hiatus. I check my face in the rearview mirror, cursing as I rub the dried blood away. There’s no bruising or swelling. Yet. I get out and look down my cream jacket. “Fuck it.” I wriggle out of the blood-stained piece and throw it on the back seat, slamming the door and re-tucking my shirt into my trousers as I cross the road, popping another button at the collar.
“Don’t ask,” I say to Des and Drake when they give me concerned, questioning eyes. Des gets the door for me, and I’m about to step in when someone calls my name. I turn and see Otto getting out of one of the Range Rovers.
“Wait up,” he says, striding across the road. I scan his face for scuffs or scrapes. No. That’s just my wife. He makes it to me and cocks his head in question. “Is that blood?”
I reach up and rub at my cheek. “Rose had at me. How’s Mum?”
“Pissy.”
I laugh under my breath. “At least you know where she is.” I look down at my phone, willing her to stop punishing me like this. I feel sick.
“Look, I don’t know whether this is the right time?—”
I look up at him. “If it’s about you and my mother, then no, now is definitely not the right time.” I’m already straddling the thin line between stable and crazy. “Don’t tip me, Otto. Any luck on the phone bug?”
“Nothing yet.” Otto follows me into the club.
“And Bernard King?”
“Nothing, but cameras just picked up the Escalade that hit on Brad being driven out of town.”
“They’re still driving it?” With bullet holes?
Otto shrugs. “And what about Nolan? What are we doing about him?”
“Right now, nothing. I need facts before I tell Brad.” Because I just know he’ll defend the little prick. “I need to find my fucking wife.” I look down at my phone. “If you were her, where would you go?”
