Page 160 of With A Little Luck
Fuck.
My head shakes as I stare at my boots.
I forgot to pay the hospital bill, which I told her I would do weeks ago. More than that, we’ve been trapped at home with no end in sight. Doing normal things—like being able to come to this appointment or tour the hospital—now requires a full escort with security teams for backup.
I hate this shit.
We make it home safely, but there is some minor commotion. One of the teams following us breaks away to check out a vehicle that tailed us for just a little too long.
Quincy doesn’t notice, and I’m not going to bring it up.
Trigg is thankfully on the same page.
The four of us eat together, and Hartley accompanies Quincy upstairs for a nap. She’s struggling to sleep soundly at night, and it’s resulted in her taking a nap pretty much every day for the last week.
I wait until Hartley and Quincy are fully out of sight before focusing on Trigg. He’s got his phone in his hand as he types away at something.
“Any update on what went down with the vehicle that was following us?” I grab the few bites of my burger I saved for King.
I’ve heard dogs aren’t supposed to have human food, but I can’t say no to the puppy dog eyes. Plus, he’s a gentleman. He may stare and drool, but he knows better than to jump up and try to steal food or to bark while I’m eating.
King devours the burger and tries to take my fingers off in the process. I chuckle, wiping my hand off on my jeans.
“Easton believes it was one of the assassin teams responsible for taking the higher bounty, but they got away. Calder is looking into the license plate number.” Trigg drops his phone on the table, frowning. “Quincy needs to tour the hospital. The internet says the baby could come at any time. We couldnotbe dealing with this at a worse time.”
“Yeah, I know, and it’s fucking killing me.” My teeth grind together as I try to plot ways to get Costa to make a move. If we could determine where he’s camped out, we could end this in one day.
“I believe it’s time I kill you just so we can be done with this.” A cutting smile crosses Trigg’s face.
I lean back in my chair. “I want Costa handled, but I’m not sure I’m ready to die to make that a reality.”
He frowns. “I was only joking, even if you did hurt my feelings by refusing my olive branch.”
“What?” I ask as my head tilts. “What olive branch?”
“Torturing David. I thought it would be a good bonding exercise for the two of us.”
My eyes widen. “Shit, man. I didn’t mean to leave you hanging. I was beat after all the bullshit with my lawyer.”
But then I went upstairs and had a threesome with Quincy and Hart.
Fuck.
That was shitty.
“I believe we should put in effort to form a friendship of our own.” Trigg smiles, looking completely uncomfortable. “For Quincy’s sake, of course.”
“For Quincy’s sake.” I snort. “You know, I’ve known your half brother for eight years, and that fucker still refuses to call me a friend.” I laugh. “But in all seriousness, I’m sorry I hurt you?—”
“I’ll live,” he says, cutting me off.
“Nah, don’t do that.” I shake my head. “If I hurt your feelings, say that. I’ll do better next time, and I agree, I think it’s important the three of us build friendships. We need to be a real family and not just tolerating each other to avoid hurting Quincy.”
He nods.
“Now, admit you held me up in the ultrasound because we’re friends and not because it would have been traumatic for Quincy if I passed out.” I crack a smile.
“You truly are insufferable.” Trigg sighs. “But you’re right, I didn’t want you to injure yourself. Now, I have to go upstairs and make a plan of how best to kill you.”
