Free Red (Black #2) by T.l Smith Page B

looking for the pharmacist, but he’s had no luck.”
    “Robbie?” Oh, that’s right, memory.
    “He’s a Police Officer.”
    “You trust him?”
    “Yes.”
    “You shouldn’t…” is all he says as he walks away.

    Jake is here, he turned up not long after Hayden left. He sees me flinch when he touches me and turns me around to inspect the wound. He tears the bandage off of it.
    “Who shot you?” he speaks fast. His breathing is becoming heavier on the back of my neck.
    “I don’t remember, it’s all a blur.”
    “I shot her,” Liam says walking in, he’s dressed exactly the way I remember him. In a suit with a white shirt and no tie. My heart hammers hard.
    I’m too slow to stop what happens next. Jake’s gun raises, then so does Liam’s, it’s so fast it’s like a blur. Bullets fire, Jake drops to the floor, Liam stands there with an expressionless face. Nothing unusual.
    I drop to Jake’s side, help him up, but he shrugs me off. Liam hit his hand, the one that was holding the gun. I can see the blood dripping onto the floor, he tears away a part of his shirt and wraps it around his hand.
    I click then, at what he had said. My head snaps to Liam. I pick up Jake’s gun and aim it at Liam.
    “You fucking shot me?” His head cocks to the side.
    “Rose, his weapon is on, don’t tempt him.”
    I look down to his hand, his finger is on the trigger, the gun in our direction. “You going to shoot me, Liam Black?” I taunt him and he lowers it.
    “You were in my way of who I wanted. I injured you to get what I wanted.”
    I drop the gun and walk to him, then slap him hard across the face and leave.

 
     

    I watch as her tight ass walks off. She makes me want to pick her up, throw her over my shoulder and do things to her, bad things. Jake’s in the fridge, a piece of the shirt he tore off wrapped around his hand. He puts the end of the bottle to his mouth and downs it, and drops it in the sink then looks at me and shakes his head.
    “You know how to piss the best of people off, don’t you?”
    “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
    “That woman…” he points to the door that Red just left out of, “…would never be angry with you. Not in a million years. God, she wasn’t even angry when she found out you were fucking some whore.”
    “She had no right to be angry with that, but what’s it to you? You fucking her? I saw how defensive you are with her.”
    That makes him angry, he steps up close to me, right in my face. “I am not fucking her. I made a promise to you, you piece of shit. I held up that promise.”
    “You love her…”
    He takes a step back, the truth written across his face.
    “Do you even know what love is? What do they call you now? Trace?”
    “Love is just a word, Jake. It’s just a word…”
    “Yeah, you keeping telling yourself that.” He walks back to the fridge, grabs another drink and downs it straight away.
    “The boys will be here later, you better play nice.”
    “Boys?”
    “Yes, my boys. No guns, Black.”
    “Is this not my house?”
    “It is, but most of it is mine.” He’s a cheeky prick, a sneaky smile always on his face.
    “Oh, I suggest you start by trying to win Rose back. It won’t take much, but you need to apologize. Now, I need you to fuck off so I can fuck.”
    “Not in my bed.”
    He flips me off when he walks out the door and stops when his phone lights up. Then he turns to face me again. “Rose needs me to go to hers, I can’t, and you owe me for shooting my motherfucking pimpin’ hand. I mean, do you know how much the bitches love to be spanked with this hand? And you just shoot it with no care in the world.”
    “Back to me going somewhere, Jake. Enough with the spanking.”
    He eyes me now. “You seem... never mind, go to hers, now. ”

    Her face is anger, it’s getting redder the longer we stand still at her door. I have no idea why I’m here, wishing I’d never listened to Jake, I should’ve just shot