Page 115 of Bleed Me

Not wanting Delilah to hear my bike, we parked, then walked through some woods. Maverick had just built her a beautiful house on a private lot, but an old green Ford sat in the driveway. Boxer Boy didn’t seem to be spending his money lavishly. He was still out of town at some boxing match, so Art was worried for her safety since she was always with Viola.

“You okay?” whispered Justice.

“Honestly?” I rubbed my stomach. “I feel a little sick.”

The last time I’d seen her was years earlier in DC. That was the same night I realized my sister was dead. Those memories, plus new memories of burying Jenny, being back in GA to kill men who possibly were involved with killing the mother of my children, just having seen V and Tuck, being trapped in a bedroom for a week with a guy that once wanted me dead, and the guilt that I was about to spy on a girl who was an ex-girlfriend my alter ego had raped, was proving to be a bit much for the fucked up individual I was.

Justice, with much love, grabbed my face. “You stay here. I’ll check on her.”

Normally, I wasn’t one to sit things out, but in this case, with everything that had been taking place and all the feelings coming to the surface, I could feel my edges fraying.

I was now standing against the side of the house, music coming from inside. “Yeah, I’ll stay here.”

She kissed me. “Any storm.”

Not feeling exactly like the badass confident biker I felt like when rolling into this town, I said, “Justice and Giver.”

She snuck around a bush, and with her back to the wall, Justice peeked through a window. She whispered, “She’s in the kitchen. Dancing. Very pregnant. Eating carrots.”

Carrots?

As if realizing her mistake, Justice’s eyes slowly found mine.

Blackout.