Page 18 of Truth Forever
The water ran pink as I cleaned the blood from my hands, and for a second, I was mesmerised by the way it went from a deep, almost scarlet red to a washed-out pink. It reminded me of a water colour.
Maybe I would have a watercolour tattoo next?
“Truth?”
My head lifted, and I caught her eyes in the reflection from the mirror. She was poking her head around the door of the men’s room. Her face was drawn. The makeup had smudged slightly under her eye.
“Hey.” Redoubling my hand washing, I washed the last of the blood from my hands. I didn’t want her to freak out by the sight of them. “You ok?”
“Are you?” She seemed genuinely concerned. Stepping into the bathroom, she glanced around. “There’s no one else in here,” I said it softly as I stalked towards her. “Just you and me….”
I wanted her, wanted to lose myself in her so deeply and so completely I forgot who I was.
Violence turned me on. It always had.
“Are you ok?” She repeated.
“Of course, are you?” I stepped even closer. A few more steps and her back would be against the wall. She would be trapped.
She nodded, “Did you kill him?” Her eyes searched my face.
“No Cali. I didn’t kill him. He doesn’t even need a hospital.” I was kind of pleased with my self-control.
“He only….”
I pressed my finger to her lips. “No excuses Cali. He touched what was mine. You might not know how we work, but he did, and he disrespected me anyway.” I rubbed my thumb over her bottom lip. Back and forth. “You disrespected me as well,” I added softly.
“How?” Cali moved her face away. Her eyes searching my face.
“Agreeing for him to get you a drink… you shouldn’t have done that. I…..”
“You’re jealous?” She couldn’t keep the disbelief from her voice.
“Yes.” What could I say but yes? It was the truth, and I always spoke the truth no matter how crazy it was. And me being jealous was crazy.
“Why?”
“I don’t know.”
She looked up at me for several long seconds and then smiled. “So are we still getting out of here?”
I couldn’t believe my ears. I grinned back at her. “Hell Yeah, we are getting out of here Cali.”
Chapter Eight
Cali
“Idon’t know how to…” I trailed off as I stared at the bike in front of the bar. It was one of several parked there. All large with shiny chrome. They were looked after. Very well looked after. They looked more well cared for then anything else on this street.
Truth turned. His eyebrows raised. “You don’t know how to ride?” The corners of his mouth quirked upwards. “But your shirt…” the innuendo was evident in his teasing tone. I blushed. “I was hoping you were a pro…”
My eyes narrowed.
“Shit I didn’t mean for it to come out sounding like that.” Truth back-peddled quickly. Reaching for me, he wrapped his arms around my shoulders. “I was just teasing.”
“I know.”
“Good and to answer your question. You just get on and hold on tight.” Strong fingers tilted my chin upwards so he could catch my eye. “I mean real tight Cali, you press your body to my back and hold on like your life depends on it. Which it kind of does.”
