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They’d be thankful.
One last piece of shit for them to scrape off their shoe.
When we got back out to the street, I climbed into the driver’s seat of the blacked-out SUV sitting at the curb, and Blue folded his large body into the back. We didn’t wear our colors or ride our motorcycles to this kind of job because the less evidence we leave, the better.
Drew pulled himself into the passenger’s seat with a painful cringe, grabbing his knee tightly for a second before pulling the door shut.
I didn’t even bother stopping my smirk when I looked down at the injured limb. “She has quite the swing.”
We pulled away from the curb as Drew grumbled under his breath, glaring at me out of the corner of his eye. “Yeah, Missy has grown up a lot.”
Missy.
Okay, a name.
“Probably thanks to Jared and his bullshit,” he added, resting his arm out the window and clasping the top of the door tightly in his fist. “He pushed everyone around. Her. His parents. His sister. His friends. For someone with such a loud mouth, he doesn’t have a damn lot to show for it.”
I kept my eyes focused on the road, narrowing them. “What do you mean?”
Drew snorted. “Missy was always the worker in their relationship. Girl did anything and everything, sometimes worked two or three jobs even when she was pregnant, all while he was either sitting on his ass or cheating on her and making her feel like it was her fault.”
I could feel the heat swirling inside me.
A familiar burn.
“You know where she’s working now?”
Drew looked at me out of the corner of his eye. I caught it, though it was merely a flicker, and saw the curiosity in his gaze. “Yeah. Last I knew, she was stripping at The Rush across town.”
I knew exactly where I was going tonight.
MISSY
“Dammit.”
I flicked through the money again. One bill after another, counting slowly in my head as I crouched behind the bar.
“I’m still short,” I whispered, shaking my head and pinching my eyes closed. This couldn’t be happening. I couldn’t still be a hundred dollars short. I needed this money, and I needed it before tomorrow. “Goddammit,” I cursed, scrunching the cash in my hand as I rushed by the other bartenders and ducked past security into the staff-only area out the back.
The music dulled instantly as the thick door swung shut behind me, the echo of my heels clicking on the old wooden floors taking its place.
The hell was I going to do?
My shift was done.
And I was running out of time.
Every day we went without having an EpiPen around meant I was at risk of losing Kadey forever. She had turned one when I watched her almost slip away. I’d given her egg for the first time, and the reaction was almost instant.
Anaphylactic shock.
Her throat closed up.
She started to go blue.
I never wanted to go through that again, but here I was—considering it—because the one that stays in her bag and goes everywhere with her suspiciously disappeared during her last visit to her father’s place.
I knew he’d sold it.
