Vicious Loves: Vicious City, Book Three
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“You’ve changed since you got married,” I sigh. “Where’s the girl who used to throw herself between balconies hundreds of feet in the air just to hang out with me?”
“She got married to a man who is even more fucked up than yours.”
“That’s not possible.”
“Oh yeah, it is,” she nods emphatically.
I heft the vase I picked up before we started this conversation in my hand. Once Blaze hears the idea, she’ll go along with it, I’m sure.
“Okay, so. You’re going to tell Vicious that you came in, the window was broken, and I was gone.”
“Wait. This plan involves ME lying to his face?”
“Well, yeah. To start off with.”
“I’m out,” she waves her hands in a decisive gesture.
I lower the vase a little. “Okay what the fuck has marriage done to you?”
“Nothing,” she says.
“Oh, it has done something.”
“Maybe it’s stopped me being completely stupid?”
“This isn’t stupid. You came in through the balcony to try to tell me Vicious was lying to me. That’s like three hundred feet up in the air. Now you won’t even tell him one little white lie?”
Blaze tosses her hair and sighs. “Things change, Kitty. People change.”
“No, they don’t.”
When did I become the cynical one?
“They do when they marry CIA agents who use canes.”
I take a deep breath. She is married now and Slick is hyper protective. I understand why. In all the craziness which has ensued since I met Vicious, it’s Blaze who has been the worst hurt. Slick doesn’t want to see that happen again, and neither do I.
“Fine,” I relent. “I’ll take care of this on my own.”
I swing my arm back, then whip it forward and send the vase crashing through the window of Vicious’ apartment. It’s so fucking satisfying to see glass and ceramic shatter together, coating the balcony in sharp shards, a million little dangerous pieces which will take forever to clean up. Even when they seem to be gone, some will still remain waiting to cut the unsuspecting person who lets their guard down. It’s a good metaphor for the relationship between Vicious and I.
“Right. I’m out of here.”
“Holy shit! Holy fucking shit!” Blaze follows me out the door. We run to the stairs and dash down to the parking lot. I feel a mischievous thrill running through me as I realize there’s no turning back now.
Vicious is going to come home to a smashed window and a missing me. It’s going to freak him the fuck out, but he deserves it. He had me kidnapped and made me think I was going to be brain surgeried. At this point, anything I do is justifiable. I feel like I’ve been written a blank check for mayhem, and I’m writing in a whole bunch of zeroes.
“Fuck, fucking, oh my god,” Blaze is muttering under her breath as we pile into the car I bought with the cash I’ve been sneaking from him for weeks now. Vicious doesn’t know I own this. I’ve had it parked in a corner of the garage for a good week, waiting for my opportunity.
“You have to drop me home,” she says. “Slick is gonna be back from work in less than an hour. I don’t want to have to answer any awkward questions about this.”
I’m disappointed that I’m going to be on my own for this little plot. I’d kind of counted on Blaze being by my side, but I guess things really are different now she’s married. Slick made an honest woman of her, in more senses than I care to admit.
Maybe we’re growing apart. I’m not married and there’s no sign of that happening any time in the immediate future. Vicious isn’t the marrying kind, he’s made that clear, and it’s not like stopping loving him is an option for me either.
We swing by her place and she hops out. Before Blaze goes inside, she leans down and looks in through the window at me. Her dark eyes are filled with concern. “I’m worried about you, Kitty. I think you should just go home and talk to Vicious.”
“Fuck no. I’m done talking. It’s time for action.”
She shakes her head. “You know this is going to end badly, right? I mean, really badly. He’s going to whip your ass when he finds that broken window.”
“No, he won’t, because he’s not going to find out I did it.”
“It’s Vicious, Kitty. You can’t outwit him.”
And now I’m pissed off. My best friend in the world doesn’t think I’m capable of taking Vicious on. She’s wrong. They’re all fucking wrong. I’m going to show everyone who underestimated me that I’m more than a walking meat wagon for a black market chip. This city belongs to Vicious, but I’m going to make a mark on it they’ll all feel.
“I’ll see you later,” I say giving her a wave and hitting the accelerator.
I take off down the street. Behind me, Blaze dwindles in the rear view mirror. My heart aches, knowing I’m leaving her behind in more ways than one.
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