Saving Boston (Rewritten)

Quit While You Are Ahead

John tried to mediate the situation. He wasn't phased by the loaded gun in my hand until I slammed it on the table, and Riley jumped. He asked me to put the safety back on, but my eyes met his as I flicked it off. When his eyes rolled, and he sucked in a deep breath, I knew I was annoying him as much as I did every other time we were around one another. My head rolled to look back at Chrissy and Miles. Just as my chest started to heave with annoyance, I watched her lips part.

"You heard about her first case, right? Well, after winning, she went out to celebrate with a few people from her firm," Chrissy sighed. "I am not sure when they ended up going back to their office -"

"Someone attacked her in her office," Miles interrupted. "Nobody knows the whole story, but whoever it was hit her hard enough to crack her cheek open. She didn't tell anybody. I found out when I woke up to bloody footprints all over the floor."

"All we know is they demanded to see files from a previous case she looked into when she started, and they threatened to come back after her -"

"Where is she now?" I stared down at the table as my nails dug into my palms.

"Home," Miles said as if I should already know.

My hands collided with the table as everything I held back came out. "Are you fucking kidding me? You took her home!"

"What did you want me to do?" He snapped.

"Call me!"

"And say what? She wants nothing to do with me ninety percent of the time!"

"I don't give a fuck what she wants," I seethed. "You don't know who did it, which means you don't know what to look out for. When it comes to her safety and that fucker coming back, I could care less what she wants! And you are a fucking idiot for taking her back home!"

"Luke is there," Chrissy spoke up as if it would solve everything.

A smile crossed my face as I let out a deep breath. "You are joking right? Your brother, Luke?"

"Yeah -"

"What is he going to do? That kid isn't about shit and never has been," I spoke down to her. "Bo has a better chance at protecting herself."

"Luke wouldn't let anything happen to her -"

"I guess Warren didn't get the memo then, did he?"

Her mouth snapped shut before she regained herself. "He might not be able to protect her from everything, but look at who she ended up with in the end."

"Chrissy," Miles growled.

"No, speak up," I challenged.

Her blue eyes flashed with concern as my elbows connected with the table, and I leaned forward to look closer at her. Her lip twitched as if she would start crying, and I wanted to see her break. My palms smacked the table, letting an echo clap through the bar.

"Say it!"

"You were never jealous of Luke and you never thought you had anything to prove," a smirk grew on her lips as tears welled in her eyes. "But that is who Bo picked in the end. She chose your complete opposite. Someone who is worth -"

I snatched the gun off of the table and listened to the chairs around me screech as I cocked the hammer. Miles threw his arm in front of Christina as he sat on the edge of his seat, waiting for my next move. Before letting my fingertip glide over the trigger, I stood up from my spot. My fingers itched to pull the metal back and put an end to her excessive talking.

As she stared down the barrel of my gun, tears started to rapidly fall down her cheeks. I knew that if I pulled the trigger, that would be it. I would be everything Bo thought I was. My intentions weren't to kill her mom, but if I planted a bullet in her best friend's forehead, that would be a different story.

My glass shattered on the floor as the table rocked back and forth from the force of my shove. As I finished off the cup in my hand, I stalked off toward my office. As I heard footsteps behind me, I felt the shiver of fear on my back. I couldn't stop myself, not with a gun in my hand.

"Kinnick," Chrissy called after me.

I flipped around, pointing at her. "Quit while you are ahead, Christina."

"I am sorry -"

Before she could finish what she was saying, I rushed toward her. The whimpers leaving her lips said to let up, but my body shoved hers against the wall as I let my fist crack the wall beside her face. Her cheek was smashed against the surface behind her as she tried to get away from me, but my barricade wouldn't allow it to happen.

A sob broke through her lips as I stared down at her. "I told you to fucking stop and you don't listen. Let this be my last and final warning. I don't care if Bo is your best friend, you so much as talk to me in that tone you just did, and I'll shatter your jaw."

"You wouldn't hit me -"

"You don't know me," I seethed.

"Kinnick!" John barked from behind me as Miles grabbed Chrissy. "What is your problem? You need to -"

"She has been with him the whole time and you never said a fucking word," I turned to him with a burn growing in my throat. "She was attacked and nobody told me."

"Bo asked us not to-"

"Fuck you, John," I blew out a large breath. "Because you are the first person to preach about trust, and you want to keep shit away from me?"

"Kid," tears welled in his eyes.

"All of you can get the fuck out," I shake my head.

As their footsteps grew further away from me, I wiped my eyes free of any sign that I might be upset. The door to my office slammed shut as I stared at the couch before me—home sweet home. But it wasn't home at all. Home is a curly-haired girl with dimples in her smile. Home is Bo. Well, it was. And I lay awake again, asking myself the same question I do every night before I close my eyes, why the fuck am I still sober?