Page 10 of Unhinged Desires
“You’re also not a comedian so stop trying to be,” I tell her, my eyes zoned in on the town car as it pulls into the car park.
Me:
This is your ride, Little Bee. You’ve been drinking. You can’t very well drive yourself home.
The fact that she’s still just sitting in her Mercedes talking to her friend gives me hope that she’s listening and will comply with my demands without much more effort.
Her response comes immediately.
Bee:
Look, psycho, go and find someone else to bother. You have the wrong girl.
I read her text but don’t respond. Instead, I wait and watch as she gets out of her car, only to slam the door behind her. However, rather than doing as I instructed, she and her friend appear to swap places. Lucy climbs into the passenger seat and the friend gets behind the wheel. I don’t know if the other girl was drinking or not. I wasn’t watching her. Fuck. I’m about to find out when the Mercedes reverses and then pulls out of the lot.
“Let’s go,” I tell Bree.
“Finally. As fun as it is to watch you fall, Dom, I do have work to do. Drop me back at the club,” Bree huffs.
“Fine,” I agree, even though I have every intention of following Lucy’s car until I know she’s made it home. Once I see her Mercedes disappear into the parking garage of her building, I turn around and drive to the club.
Walking into Ash’s office, I find Chase and Hope. Chase is my cousin Hope’s husband, also Ash’s best friend. I’m still not used to seeing them together, but Hope is happy. And as long as she stays that way, Chase gets to keep his head.
“Where have you two been?” she asks.
“Out,” I say.
“Dominic has a crush,” Bree singsongs like we’re children at the playground. Her smile drops when I glare at her. I didn’t take her with me so she could go and gossip with the rest of them.
“On McDonald’s nuggets,” Bree adds, in a weak attempt to cover her tracks.
“You went to McDonald’s?” Hope’s eyes bounce between us.
“Why are you here?” I ask her.
“Dad called and said he needed me to come and teach his self-defence classes for a while, something about how his instructor went missing.” She shrugs, and I blink.
Hope is going to be teaching Lucy’s classes?
A huge sense of relief washes over my body and has my tense muscles relaxing slightly.
“I don’t know why you couldn’t just do it. I mean, you already live here and I know you could teach that class with your eyes closed,” Hope continues to ramble on.
“Why the fuck would I want to teach self-defence?” I ask her.
“I don’t know. But the fact that you’re infatuated with a girl taking the class might be a good motivator.” She smiles.
“Fucking hell, does anyone in this family know how to keep their fucking mouths shut?” I curse out before stalking towards the bar. I grab a bottle from the top shelf and pour myself a whiskey.
“I think it’s cute. I never thought I’d see the day someone actually got to you,” Hope says.
“And you won’t, because no one’s got to me,” I insist.
“It’s a little ironic, don’t ya think? The idea that you’re going to be teaching the girl defence skills to ward off your own cousin,” Bree muses.
“Yep, I’m going to make sure that girl has at least half a fighting chance.” Hope nods.
“Right, well, since you two are here, I’m going home. Ash doesn’t want Bree alone, so don’t leave her,” I direct this part to Chase.