Page 41 of Reacher
“Touch me and I’ll fucking kill you,” I warned him. He cursed, glancing back at the clubhouse.
“I have to take you home, Alicia. It’s an order from my President.”
I fixed him with a glare, and then drew back my fist, punching him squarely in the face.
“Tell your President he can go fuck himself.” I turned to glare at the prospect still hovering at the unopened gate.
“Unless you want the same, I suggest you open the fucking gate right now.”
He held his hands up, backing away to unlatch it, and draw it back.
I made it out of there and around the corner, before I broke apart, dropping my bag and cradling my throbbing fingers, as I cried. I slid down the wall of the compound, and sat there, wondering what the hell I was supposed to do next. I was still broke. I still had no home, or even a way to get back into the flat Tori had rented, because Reacher had the damn key. Homeless. Broke.Alone.
Reacher
Ihadaprospectdelivera bottle of scotch to me, and then I did my best to get completely black out drunk. I heardthe yelling downstairs, when Alicia tried to come up here. I heard her yelling. Part of me wanted to forgive everything, and drag her up here. Never fucking let her go. But it would be a mistake.
Trust is so important in every relationship, business and personal, and without it, what’s left? If she could lie about that, she could lie about anything. Everything. Nothing she said could be trusted.
I watched from the window, as she tore out of here like a whirlwind of anger, the poor prospect trying to keep up with her. Damn, that was a solid right hook he just took. I grinned, despite myself. Despite everything. She was a fucking firecracker. How the hell could I be losing her this easily?
After the gates closed on her, I slid down and sat on the floor, with my back to the wall, bottle of scotch in hand, and I spent the next few hours doing my best to empty it.
The first call from Stitch went unanswered, as did the second, and by the time I’d made it blearily across the room in the dark, to answer the third one, I felt like I was going to throw up.
“Yeah.”
“You were asleep?”
As if I could fucking sleep right now.
“Yeah, let’s go with that.”
“Well, I hate to disturb whatever the fuck you’re doing, but there’s been an incident here at the hospital.”
A little of the fog shifted, and I rubbed my face.
“You’re on Ice watch?”
“Yeah, and I need a couple of guys here asap. We caught someone trying to get into his room.”
Fuck! I staggered over to the kitchen, switching the kettle on. Time for some black tar coffee.
“I’ll get someone there now. Ice okay?”
I heard muttering in the background.
“Yeah, he didn’t get anywhere near him. Send someone to relieve me from watch. I want in on the interrogation.” There was more quiet mumbling in the background.
“I appreciate that, but it’s club business. Just leave him to us.”
“What’s going on?”
Stitch snorted. “Hospital staff didn’t take too kindly to us putting the guy out cold. They want to admit him.”
“Fuck that.”
“Hence the need for a pickup, brother.”
