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“Go up to Myth tonight. Tell Blue to have Brinley in the right place at the right time. If she needs a car, we’ll loan her one. I’ll take the rest of it from there.”
Pissed at what they’re asking me to do, I turn to leave the room.
“And hey,” my brother calls out at my back, “if she doesn’t go along with the favor, she’s just like everyone else.”
My head drops and my teeth slam together.
“The gauntlet stands,” Shane says. “Just want to remind you of that.”
. . .
It’s been a week and some change since I’ve seen Blue. Time enough for her to wonder where the hell I’ve been since making the mistake of taking her to my house, having some fun with her then yelling at her to get the fuck out.
Not that I was using her and tossing her away. The circumstances were more complicated than that.
But she doesn’t know that.
For all I know, she probably thinks I’ve been blowing her off—got what I wanted then couldn’t bother with even driving her home.
She’ll ask about William, which is another problem to figure out. I can’t answer those questions, and knowing Blue, she’ll somehow see the truth. She’s good at reading people, and I haven’t figured out how to hide the parts I don’t want her to see.
It’s why I’m dragging ass up to Myth tonight, my hands fisting and releasing beside me, but not from anger.
From nerves.
“Pleasure to see you back, my friend. It’s been a while.”
“How’s the new car? Did you get the color you wanted?”
Patrick lets out a booming laugh. “You’re damn right I did, and with all the fancy features. What’re you planning on buying me next? A yacht?”
I pull out my wallet. “How much tonight?”
“Two hundred,” he says with a sly grin.
My brows rise at that. “Seriously? I haven’t proven myself yet?”
His big brown eyes look me over.
“Listen, you did Ames a solid, so I’m giving you the friends and family price. But I also know Granger hates your guts, and you have a bad habit of punching people. So before that happens and I have to break the shit up, I’d like to get something out of the deal.”
It’s better than two thousand, I guess.
I slide the money into his hand and let out a deep breath before opening the door.
The music hits differently tonight.
Instead of the escape I’d once felt, it feels like I’m being walked to my execution.
It shouldn’t matter this much.
She’s just another woman.
But for some reason, the thought of forcing Blue to do something she most likely won’t want to do is rubbing me the wrong way.
She has trust issues already.
Most likely because of men who took what they wanted and treated her like shit.
