Page 24 of Road to Ruin
“She’s his shrink,” Tommy adds helpfully. “We met earlier this afternoon when I picked him up with Rob. She was all bent out of shape then, too, for some reason. Her mood doesn’t appear to have improved.”
Bent out of shape? That’s one way of putting it. I consider launching into full-on attack mode, but then it hits me, how absolutely exhausted I am. God, I am literally beat. I release the tension I’ve been holding onto for the past two hours, and my body suddenly feels like it’s about to give out on me. I pinch the bridge of my nose, sighing. “Listen, I’m not interested in Junior like that. I’ve just been looking out for him for a long time. Old habits die hard, I guess. If you could please tell him I’d like to speak to him, that would be great. Now if it’s all right with you guys, I’m going to go home. Some of us have actual jobs to get to in the morning.”
“Fine. I’ll make sure you get back,” Tommy says.
“No, I don’t need a personal bodyguard. Believe me. If Alex wanted me dead, I would already be six feet under.”
“You pissed off around about a hundred and fifty guys with questionable morals tonight. And that fat fuck I gave a lopsided smile to? He’s definitely not going to be very happy with you. So, yeah. You do need a personal bodyguard.”
She huffs, reaching behind her back, producing a Glock from out of nowhere. “You saw that I know how to protect myself. And if my hands fail me, I have this to fall back on. Why don’t you concentrate on the trouble you have coming to you tomorrow morning, Tommy Kendrick? West Bastien is almost as dangerous as his brother.”
Tommy laughs under his breath. “Oh, I won’t be seeing West Bastien any time soon.”
“But you told Alex,” I splutter.
“No. I said I understood what he wanted,” he growls. “I didn’t say I was gonna fucking do it.”
