Page 46 of Dirty Deadly & Mine
“Fuck, kid. You’re brutal.” Shiv chuckles, stepping over Bruiser’s body to hold my hand up as the winner. “You keen to go onthe books for regular fights? We won’t stick you with any more amateurs. One fight each week. Only fighting the best. Triple the payout you’ll receive from tonight.”
I give him a nod because, fuck yeah, I want those fights. I want that fucking cash.
“Deal,” I agree, blinking past the blood and sweat pouring over my brow.
As soon as I’m out of the cage, Gordy wipes up most of the blood, and Shiv hands me five grand for tonight’s efforts.
Fuck, if I can get triple that each week, not only will I be able to pay Lily back for my bike and the clothes, but I’ll be able to contribute. She’ll see me as more than a kid.
I need her to see me as a fucking man that can take care of her.
Trudi and her pack of basement whores hang around like a bad smell after that. I spend some time networking. Catching up with old familiar faces and meeting some new ones.
These are not the people I want to be associating with on the daily, but it can’t hurt to have connections. Especially if I want to take down Monty.
Gordy tries to coax me back to his house with all the chicks. Five of them.
Not in the least bit interested, I hand him some money for helping me out before jumping on my Triumph and taking the long way home.
I don’t drive too fast since one eye is a little puffy and hard to see out of. Also knowing Lily won’t be back yet has me taking my time and enjoying the freedom of the ride.
There’s nothing like riding my Triumph, well, other than everything to do with Lily.
When I get back, the house is dark, and I’m not prepared when I step up to the front door to find Trudi fucking Meyer waiting for me.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” I snap as she pushes herself off the door frame she was leaning on.
“Naw, don’t be like that, Ash,” she purrs, sounding more whiney than anything. “I’m here to clean you up. Make sure your cuts don’t get infected.”
I narrow my eyes. “You a nurse, are you?”
“No.” She giggles. “But I patch up the guys often. I’ll have you cleaned up in no time.”
“I’m not interested in fucking you. So if that’s what you’re here for, then you can fuck off.”
She flinches, her brows tugging in anger before she softens her expression. “I know, you silly sod. I’m just here to help.”
I probably shouldn’t let her in, but it occurs to me that this could work in my favour if Lily comes home soon, so I unlock the door and let her follow me in, flipping on the lights as I go.
“How’d you know I’m staying here?” I ask as I toss my keys on the kitchen bench.
“Gordy told me. He insisted I come here.”
Like fuck he did, but whatever. If she wants to pretend she’s not a whore, then I’ll play along for now.
Fishing out the first aid kit that is always kept re-stocked since the twins tended to need it on the regular growing up, I place it on the kitchen counter, finding the saline and gauze pads that Trudi will need to clean me up.
I sit on the stool, and she stands in front of me trying to do the job she said she was here to do, but it’s clear she rarely does this, if fucking ever.
I’m about to tell her to stop and fuck off when I hear a car pull into the drive.
Lily.
My heart races in anticipation of seeing her again, and I sit a little taller, excited to see how she’ll handle this situation.
Even as the front door opens and closes, I remain still as Trudi tries to dab at a cut. I hear the click of the boots Lily wears to work as she makes her way into the room, and my eyes instantly land on her as she stops abruptly, assessing what she’s walked into.
Meanwhile, Trudi ignores the fact that she knows someone has come into the room, just like the rude bitch she is.
