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“It’s been a long night for you too,” she says as she pulls two wineglasses out of the cupboard. I slide onto one of the stools as I watch her move around the kitchen. She looks fucking good in those hospital scrubs…
It’s then I glance to the side of me and see some hospital paperwork, there’s some brochures about invitro… my eyes momentarily go wide, surely it’s paperwork from a patient or something she’s been looking over?
“I’ll live.” I shrug, glancing back at her. The same can’t be said about some people.
She passes me the wine and as I take another look around her digs without moving from the stool, I smile appreciatively, trying to make sense of what I’ve just seen and glad that she doesn’t appear to have noticed. “You did the place up nice.”
She smiles. “The last time you were here, I was painting.”
“You did a good job.”
“So are you going to tell me what you did to Cam?”
I shake my head. “Can you never speak his name again?”
“That isn’t answering the question.”
I give her a look. I know she's stubborn as a mule and won’t let up, but some things are left dead and buried.
“And I’m not going to. Just know he suffered, and you know what else? I enjoyed it.”
Her eyes shift to mine as she crosses her arms over her chest and hugs herself. “You’re right, I don’t want to hear it.”
I make no qualms about the fact I like this lifestyle. Killing people? Not so much, but it’s sometimes a necessity. I know Dante struggles with his morals and values, but I don’t give a shit. Not like I used to. Bad people deserve all they get.
The Medicis have given the people of Boston a sense of purpose. They’re safe now, they know that we rule this city, and as long as they abide by the rules, no harm will come to them.
People like Cam, however, don’t get second chances.
I think about how naive I was a decade ago and I can’t believe that person was me.
Now that Sage doesn’t have me tied in knots anymore, I can see the wood for the trees.
“Are you sure? I mean, you wanted to know.”
She stares at me. “Is it wrong that I’m happy he suffered?”
I shake my head. “No, it’s not.”
“What kind of person does that make me?”
“A very good one. You save people for a living, Sage, you can’t get much holier than that.”
“I’m an ER doctor, Fynn…”
“And you save people every day, so don’t go around thinking you’re a bad person because you wanted one asshole dead. There’s a special place in hell for people like him.”
“And for people like us?”
I glance at her, taking my time as I raise the glass to my lips. “You and I aren’t in the same category. Let’s get that straight right now.”
“You always did have me on a pedestal, one I’m not sure I deserve.”
She’s wrong.
She’s everything.
“Oh, you deserve it,baby cakes. But I’m not gonna sit here and pretend I’m a good guy. You know I’ve killed people before.”
