Write Your Own Song

Chapter 17

"He's still there." Remy stepped away from the window, the shade moving slightly as it shifted back into place.

"Of course he is," Bobby said as he checked his gun for bullets. Satisfied it was loaded and ready to fire, he laid it on top of the empty table he was sitting at. "He's gonna fucking sit there until we make an appearance or he gets fed up and comes inside. We're just lucky he didn't show up sooner, that Sweet figured a snitch working in the club was enough. I was fucking stupid not to realize he was setting a trap." He made a fist, wincing as pain flared across his abused knuckles.

Remy sat down in the seat across from him, sighing heavily as she absentmindedly reached out and spun the gun around in a lazy circle. Bobby growled. "It's dangerous to touch a man's gun, ya know?"

Remy shrugged. "I'll take my chances."

Bobby gave her a ghost of a smile but didn't say anything. The club was silent; he had Tim shut the music off as soon as the bouncers dragged the last pathetic loser out the door. Silence usually helped him think, but so many thoughts were warring in his head right now that he was on the verge of screaming.

He didn't even know why he was surprised. Shit, he wouldn't even call it surprised, more like just fucking fed up. All of this should have been behind them – decomposing on the bottom of the lake right alongside Victor Sweet.

"What do you need me to do?" Remy asked, breaking through the noise in his head.

He shifted in his seat, uneasy at the thought of bringing her into this. But even if Jack wasn't out of the loop, he was in no condition at the moment to be of any use. Remy was all there was, plus she looked a hell of a lot better in a skirt than Cracker Jack.

He stood up and stretched, groaning as his back cracked. Grabbing his gun and tucking it into his waistband, he grinned. "Well …"

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"This thing is three sizes too small."

"That's the idea," Bobby said, staring blatantly at the cleavage that was now on display.

Remy poked his shoulder. "Hey, eyes up here, Boss," she said, pointing to her face.

He laughed sharply. "Just makin' sure you look the part." He took a step back and looked her up and down. If he didn't know who she was, he wouldn't have recognized her. He had to hand it to her, she would have made one hell of a stripper. It was on the tip of his tongue to suggest just that, but she'd more than likely cut his balls off and stuff them down his throat if he said anything. The thought alone made him wince.

The red tube dress was tiny - a little number that was left in the dressing room by one of the girls. It didn't fit in all the right places. Remy kept tugging on the hem, trying to keep it from riding up her ass, but all that succeeded in doing was pulling the top down lower, exposing more of her chest.

"Oh, I think I fucking look the part. I'll be lucky if I don't get arrested for indecent exposure before I even make it across the street." Remy glared at him as she braced one hand on the wall and struggled to pull on a pair of strappy high heels. "You're gonna owe me, Bobby Mercer – big time. And don't think for a second that I don't aim to collect."

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Remy forced herself to keep her focus on the car parked across the street. It was too tempting to glance back at the club, but that would just tip off the guy in the car that something was up. She couldn't stop shaking and it didn't help that it was freezing out, but maybe she could use that to her advantage.

Her ankles teetered a little in the heels as she walked across the cracked, shitty asphalt, but she somehow managed to walk in a straight line without falling on her ass. The car had tinted windows that made it hard to see inside, but she swore she could feel the guy's eyes on her, and that thought alone made her shiver harder than any Chicago wind ever had. She'd never felt more alone than she had at that moment. There may be abig city out there, but at that moment, her whole world was that stretch of road, the car, and Bobby Mercer lurking somewhere with a gun. Yeah, he was definitely going to owe her and she planned on making his life a living hell until he paid up.