Tragic Intuition: The Blue's #2

Chapter Nine

Copyright by Joelle Blue ©

Fiona

"Who's going with me today?" I ask Rogue, busying myself with making a coffee to go. I have a long day of working, but I'm grateful. When I can focus on my art for hours at a time, I forget about the bullshit that is my life. I won't stress about what comes after.

"It'll be Cigs this morning, then me," he mutters and I curse internally. That makes things a bit harder, but I'll make it work. "I heard you're giving my men titty twisters," he muses and when I look at him, there's a small smirk there.

"He pissed me off," I mumble.

"Pinto has a way. But now you're stuck with me 'cause everyone is afraid of you."

I shrug even though that really sucks. I need someone a little less competent to follow me and I feel bad that I'm taking him away from his work.

"I don't really need anyone following me," I argue, like I always do. "I can handle myself."

"Not when you try to sneak off. Not when you disappear like a fucking ghost."

"You try being followed constantly, having someone always looking over your shoulder. You and I are alike and I know you'd despise it."

"Fi, it's just for a while. I need to keep you safe," he deflects and I just nod, not wanting to lie to him or make him feel like I'm not going to get my shit together.

"Well, what about Cigs all day then? I don't mind him." And it's the truth. He's the one that annoys me the least. He's a little quiet but good at his job. He's cute, in a puppy sort of way.

"Him and Pinto have a job later today, so it's me. Stop arguing." I roll my eyes as I turn away but inside, I'm stressing. I had a plan today. Him being with me makes those plans chances of being successful almost zero. Oh well, I'll still try.

Just like I've been trying for weeks, desperate to get answers. Desperate to end this lockdown so Maze can get on with his life. It's the least I can do.

Three weeks ago, I tried to find a number, going as far as stealing Drum's phone to get Foxy's number or maybe even King's. But his phone was locked down incredibly well and I'm shit with technology.

When I tried running and driving off without Cigs, he either had the forethought to block my car or was just lucky and I had no way of leaving work until he moved. I felt like an idiot, but no one seemed to notice.

I've made more attempts to just get out of my shadow's hair, whoever it is that day, but now I keep getting caught. That's how little I even think about what I'm doing. But I don't have time to plan. I'm out of time. King needed finished weeks ago and it makes me anxious to think that he and his enforcer are still out there.

"Well, I guess I'll be seeing you later," I tell him just as the doorbell rings. I open Drum's front door and see the familiar Cigs standing there, coffee in his hand and right on time. "Long night?" I ask him, noting the dark circles and desperation for caffeine.

"Yeah. Pinto has no off button," he grumbles and I chuckle. Those two are quite the pair even though they are complete opposites. Pinto is a very tall caramel skinned man with shaggy, dark, wavy hair and full beard while Cigs is pasty white. His hair is trimmed and blonde while his face is clean shaven. He's just a bit taller than me but intimidating despite that.

He follows me to my car and climbs in the passenger side and I stare at him as he sips his coffee. "What are you doing?" I finally ask.

"I'm riding with you," he says, like that's normal and I look around outside for his bike. "Pinto dropped me off and will pick me up at your shop."