Page 22 of Has-Been
“GET THE FUCK OFF ME!”
Micro was cursing, and trying to staunch the sudden flow of blood from his nose.
“The fuck, man?”
Torch was muttering in my ear, and desperately trying to hold on, but all I saw was red, and I wanted to see more of it. I wanted to beat the living fuck out of Micro, purely because he said the wrong thing at the wrong time. Someone grabbed my other arm, and then a voice silenced us all with three simple words.
“My. Office. Now.”
Fuck. The anger drained out of me, as Reacher appeared in the hallway with us.
“You lot, fuck off. Has, now.”
I followed him to his office, wondering if I’d just lost the one thing I’d been fighting so fucking hard for. Had it all been for nothing after all?
“Sit.” Reacher slammed the door as he shoved me past him, so I did as I was told.
“Sorry.”
He dropped heavily into his chair, and leaned on the desk to stare at me.
“Don’t we have enough shit to worry about right now, Has-Been?”
He was looking kinda old, and I could see that I was just adding to the heavy weight on his shoulders. This guy who’d saved me from oblivion, and this was how I’d chosen to repay him.
“Honestly, I’m sorry, Pres. I just… that dickhead caught me at a bad moment.”
“You’re not usually the one going around decking people, Has, well, except for Ice way back when. What’s going on?”
Was he really going to make me say it?
Elise
Ihadnoideawhatwas happening, but there was some real animosity between Seth and Has-Been, and I was almost afraid to know more. What if Has-Been wasn’t who I thought he was? Who exactly did I think he was anyway? An artist, a biker, a current porn star, star of my biggest and wildest fantasies, and maybe, just maybe, the first man to make love to me?
“What things, Seth?”
My brother cursed, and joined me behind the kitchen counter.
“Make me one of those, sweets. I’ll tell you, but you won’t like it.”
Oh god. My hand trembled, and I dropped the mug I picked up, shattering it on the floor. Was he about to shatter me, just like I did to that damn mug?
“Tell me.”
Seth was already picking up the pieces of broken ceramic from the floor, and sighed as he looked up at me, staying crouched, with hands full of jagged shards.
“I might have uh… suspected him of what happened to Chrissy.”
WHAT? “Oh my god, why?” He couldn’t… he wouldn’t… would he?
Seth cursed and tossed the ceramic pieces in the bin as he stood up.
“Because I’m a fucking asshole, that’s why. Of course he didn’t do it. He couldn’t. I’m sure he was just distracted or something. He was being so fucking sketchy that day, and it made me suspicious, that’s all.”
Sketchy… when was he sketchy?
“What day? He always seems the same to me.”
