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“Why’s Casey here? She weren’t last time. Shed wasn’t good enough for her the other day. Not today, though, eh?”
“Sophie’s just busy, got some shit to do. She’s calling later.”
“Ah, so she’s your girlfriend, but she’s got some shit to do, so you can’t gohome...”
“Ain’t like that. Thought you’d be pleased to fucking see me.”
She laughed so fucking mean again. “She’s probably off with her real boyfriend. Some posh guy who talks nice but don’t fuck so good. That’s why she’s with you, Cal, make no mistake about it. She just wants your big fucking cock.”
“Shut up, Vick.”
“What’s she busy with?”
“Dunno. Don’t matter.”
She shrugged. “Fucking soft, you are. Playing you for a right fucking fool, she is.”
“I could gohomenow if I wanted, wouldn’t matter.” My mind flashed back to Roger in his stupid posh suit, fucking her in the room next door and laughing about me. “She’s for real, Vick. I’m gonna bring her round here soon, so you can meet her properly.”
“Why wait? Ring her now. Get her over here. I can say thanks for the money.”
“Told ya, she’s busy.”
“Busy with another man’s dick. Probably laughing about us poor people as she sucks on his gold-encrusted bollocks.”
She’d pushed it too far. Way too fucking far. I slammed my fist into the wall by her head, shredding my knuckles on the brickwork. “Lucky I’m your fucking mate, Vicki Pollock, but I’d shut your nasty fucking mouth before I forget.”
She shoved me, shunting me down the yard. “Go on, then, fuck off to her, if that’s what you want. You’ll be back, crying in my fucking arms when she shits all over you. We’ll see who your friends are then.”
“Yeah, we fucking will.” I turned away before I throat-punched her, pulling my hood up and disappearing while she was still raving in the street. I didn’t need to whistle Casey, she was as pleased as I was to be out of the fucking place.
I heard Vicki calling, squealing at me to go back, but there was only one place I was headed.
“Let’s go where we belong, Case,” I said. “Let’s go find Sophie.”
Her waggy tail sure agreed with that idea.
***
Took me a fair while to get there, but it didn’t matter. I took the time to plan it out, rehearsing how I’d sit down with Sophie and tell her everything, all about the Stoneys and Vicki and the trouble I was in. I’d ask her for help and I’d pay her back. I wished I had some cash to buy her something nice, something to say thanks. Passed by some hotels with them posh plants outside and took the opportunity, pulling off some pretty flowers and bunching them inside my hoodie. I’d never got flowers for anyone before, never felt like I’d wanted to, but Sophie deserved all the flowers in the world, even if they were nicked.
I tried to push the fear away. She’d be cleaning, or summat. Having a girl’s night in with Raven where they could talk and laugh and share stories about all their BDSM stuff. Maybe she had something special planned, some special outfit or something like that. An image of that twat Roger came to mind. What if she was … no, Roger wouldn’t be there. No fucking way.
It would fucking destroy me if he was.
Was gone seven by the time we reached Canary Wharf. Casey picked up pace, bounding along ahead until she’d squat on the pavement with her tail going, itching for me to chase her. I shot after her several times and she’d bark her head off, jumping up on her back legs with her paws against my chest, tongue lolling like a goof while I fussed her.
“Good girl,” I’d say. “Know where home is now, don’t ya? Know where we belong.”
I felt a prick over Vicki, but she’d asked for it. I’d make it up to her, and I’d show her, too. Show her what a nice person Sophie Harding was, and all the great things I saw in her. Maybe they could be friends one day.
Casey bolted straight through the foyer and into the lift, she even pawed at the right button, knowing the drill by now. “Hold your horses,” I laughed. “She’s only upstairs. We’ll be there in a minute.”
I got the flowers ready, purple and white things with a couple of roses. They were a bit battered but I straightened them out best I could. I pictured her face, smiling at me like I’d brought her the crown jewels. She’d like them, for sure.
My heart stuttered for a minute outside the door, ears straining for a hint of Roger. Of course he wouldn’t be there. Not a chance.
Sophie opened the door straight away, but rather than smiling she jolted backwards, eyes fucking wild. She was dressed up smart, in a posh little suit like she wore to work, her make-up all perfect and hair curled under her chin.
