The Lonely Hearts Club

Chapter 48: Bloody Roses (Hades)

I'm losing my fucking edge, and if my upcoming fight doesn't kill me, Joey will.

I should care, I should try to remedy the situation, but when I look at Bree, it's hard to think like that.

I skipped training this morning and haven't answered any of Joey's calls because I don't want to.

I want to be with Bree right now.

"I've never been to a fancy restaurant." She says, twirling to look at the back of her dress in the floor-length mirror.

I'm taking her out for dinner tonight to a place called Bloody Roses, it's the most expensive place to eat in Winterville and never has any free tables.

It's impossible to get a booking unless it's three months in advance.

Good thing Lana owns the place. That means we can get a table whenever we fucking want to.

"Do I look okay?" She asks nervously, chewing the corner of her mouth.

The one thing I don't like are her stupid questions. What does she mean do I look okay? She looks like a fucking goddess that I'll worship until the day I die.

"You're gorgeous, angel."

She smiles a little and smooths her hands over the black fabric. Her dress clings to her beautiful body and has a slit down one leg.

I hold out my hand to her, she takes it, and I pull her close to me.

"You look really good." She says, running a hand down my chest.

I'm wearing a fucking suit, the only reason why I have it is because one time we had an event regarding drug and weapon trafficking and Joey demanded that Nicks, Angelo, and I try to look presentable.

We went to a fancy dress shop together one rainy afternoon and wanted to get cool suits like purple or blue ones, but Joey didn't let us and instead made us get plain black ones.

I'm so fucking thankful for that right now.

"You think I look good?" I ask, lowering my voice.

"So good." She whispers, guiding the back of my neck downwards so her minty breath ghosts across my lips.

I kiss her.

Again.

I could never get tired of kissing her.

Last night in the ice rink car park and our conversation after changed the trajectory of my life, maybe that's dramatic but it has.

"We should go." She says, wiping a smudge of lipstick off my mouth.

"You're carriage awaits, ma'am."

Bree is beautiful and I'm not the only one who thinks so. The entire journey to my car, men look at her, then have to do a double take.

I can't even blame them.

"A limo would've been better." I confess once we get to my car. But you can't trust any of the drivers and there are very few people I trust enough to let drive me.

"I like this car better," she says as I open the passenger door for her. "It has the sexiest driver I've ever seen."

I laugh and we drive to Bloody Roses.

For once on our road trip, we don't see anything weird. No dead bodies, no naked people, no one eating decaying roadkill off the road ...nothing.

I want tonight to go well; I don't want anything bad to happen.

We can have just one night, right?

We're seated at a table for two, reserved on the raised floor section. The tablecloth is a rich red color and there's a vase of roses at our table.