Chapter 56
Brody
Hours later, I’ve fecked my woman into submission. Then I dragged Justice to a shooting range. To my surprise, the lass fired off all her rounds in the center of the fecking bully’s eye. When I harassed her with kisses and groped her body, she still met my requirements. The lass’s a crack shot.
After our busy day, I take a seat on the only couch in my house. We showered and had Uber eats. I pull in a deep sigh. I nudge my chin to my lap. Justice positions herself there, all her lovely curves stirring the beast in me. We were supposed to hash out our feelings hours ago, but we’re just getting around to it.
“We’ve circled around to the conversation part of this relationship again, Brody. Is this a good idea?” There’s humor in her eyes and a pensive twist of her lips.
“I’m an open book, lass.”
“Today, you killed a man—”
“Two people.”
Voice dry, she says, “That was . . . honest.”
I stroke her cheek. “I’ve been honest with ye—”
“Not at the spa.”
“One day, one single mistake.”
“Yeah, yeah, you tried to tell me. Anyway, I’m sensing relief, and might I be so bold as to add slight elation from the sudden turn of events.”
When I glance her over, Justice giggles. “Hey, mixologist is synonymous with psychologist.”
I mutter beneath my breath. “I was thinking the less ye know, the better. But feck, alright, I’ll tell ye.” I start with the day’s events, telling her how I was blindsided by the nugget and the loss of my good friend.
“Aww, your beard.”
I laugh. “That’s wit ye’re concerned about?”
“I was a little jealous about how much you love your beard. Kidding, in my effort to normalize your hobby, I had to make a joke of this.”
“Ye’re afraid of me?” I glance at her sideways. “Justice, lass, feck. I’d never hurt ye.”
“Physically, no. You broke my heart a little, so there’s that. Also, your skills scare me a teensy bit.”
“Ye walk about with a gun,” I begrudgingly add, “and I’m proud ya’know how to use it.”
“See, I told you. My family’s holidays in the South came in handy. My cousins taught me a thing or two. Nevertheless, the gun stays in my purse. Also, mine’s registered. I doubt you’re breaking one portion of the law while leaving another part intact, such as having a registered gun.”
“Nae.” I squeeze her to me.
“Now, this the perfect time to segue back to the double homicide from today.”
“Anybody asks ye,” I wag a finger at her, “I was with ye all day. Besides, there was a freak accident.”
She slowly replies, “Alibi, check. Two stiffs—double-check. Accident—please clarify.”
“Relax. I’ve a guy down at the station. Important lad. Not just some cop on the beat. Nolan visited a couple of weeks back when Leith and Chevelle had the Italians taking a special interest in us.”
“Will he help figure out who tried to assassinate you since the hobo didn’t have identification?”
I laugh again.
“What? This is serious to me, Brody.”