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When I was pregnant with her, I’d been on the run for the last trimester of my pregnancy. At first, when they’d hired Kobe, he’d been close on my tail. And in the beginning, I hadn’t really been willing to do anything that would possibly put me in danger or break the law too badly.
That’d been when I was a Goody Two-shoes and thought that being a good person would get me further in life.
Well, needless to say, Kobe got so close to me that the night I’d had pizza, he’d almost caught me, even though I had a disguise on. I’d been two slices into a pepperoni in the middle of a Pizza Hut buffet when he’d walked in, eyes scanning.
That’s when I realized my mistake.
If I didn’t do the illegal stuff, then there was no way that I would stay away from him.
That night, I committed my first felony.
Then threw up my pizza after.
From then on, there was no looking back.
But pizza was a brutal reminder that I had to stay on my toes, and I had to make sure that I protected JP.
Another reminder? Kobe was smart. If I was going to help him—and yes, repent for keeping him guessing and searching for years upon years—I had to be extremely careful.
“Okay,” I said. “Do you want me to pick her up at the end of the night when you’re done? You can just text me when it’s about to be over and I’ll come.”
“I’ll keep her,” she said, sounding hopeful.
My stomach clenched.
Though I loved my best friend, that was one thing that I wasn’t willing to do just yet. Not until she was old enough to run herself and never look back.
One day, I would have to explain why I was such a psychopath. One day I would. One day, I’d wind up in jail myself.
But until that day… “I’ll pick her up.”
Morrigan sighed. “One day, you’ll let me keep her overnight for you.”
I scoffed. That was doubtful.
Until she was eighteen, maybe. That was a well-rounded number.
Hell, I was already dreading the days when she asked if she could go to a friend’s house.
The only good thing was I could definitely use the card “people are fucking sick,” and everyone would believe it. Because the hard truth was people were sick. They were depraved. They didn’t give a single shit that there were other people in this world that mattered.
They were all about themselves, and sometimes, that meant really bad things for other people.
“It’s not you, Morr,” I replied, feeling defensive all of a sudden.
One day, I would tell her. One day, when JP was eighteen and could do it all on her own, I’d share everything with my best friend. But until then…
“It’s okay,” she assured me. “I’ll text when this one is over. And if you ever stop being a wiener, I’m totally here to listen to everything.”
I smiled, even though the dread in my belly grew.
“One day, I’ll totally do that. But not today,” I admitted.
She hummed. “I’ll let you know when it’s over.”
We hung up, and I went home alone.
It was super weird.
