Naked

32 Nightime route

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'That's not what I was thinking!' I exclaimed a few hours later. Around the table, all eyes snapped to me. Gerard straightened and crossed his arms over his chest, his muscles bulging and putting a strain on the fabric.

'Emily. What you are thinking about is preposterous! My way is better! I am not going to send you out there, knowing that Wyatt wants to grab you. It would be idiotic in the least!' Gerard tried to sound calm and collected but you couldn't miss the slight snap of his voice. Or the vein that had started to pop on his forehead...

'I don't know a person in sis room more capable of pulling this off other than Foxy, Hawk.' Lynette butted in defending my idea. Thank you, friend.

Gerard snapped to her, his eyes turned deadly in an instant.

'Have you lost your mind, piss-pot? I will not send her straight to devil's mouth when I know it she who he wants!' he growled shaking.

'I don't think you have a man small enough to accomplish that task.' Lynette unfazed by his glare replied shrugging her shoulders.

'She is still limping!' he pointed at my said limb 'I have a better idea. You are small enough. We will send YOU since you are so inclined to put EMILY in danger.' he emphasised my name. Why he didn't suddenly like my nickname was a total mystery to me.

'I am not as fast nor as stealthy, as FOXY. Besides, she can handle it. Once she ran back home with her skull cracked open. The little brain she had almost had fallen out. Sabotage would be a task too easy for 'er.' Lynette retaliated holding her ground. I felt pride swell in me at how much support I was getting from her. Despite our recent drawbacks in our relationship, I knew she believed in me as no other did with a bit of an exaggeration. My brain wasn't little. If only Gerard believed in me too...

He did care about me enough to worry about my safety, so I justified him. He didn't want to see me captured and hurt and having the vivid images of Lola's body and Richard's head was not aiding my cause. I admit. I was a teensy weensy apprehensive about this undertaking, but at some point, I had to do something to rectify my disadvantaged state.

While Gerard and Lynette stared daggers at each other I rubbed my chin thoughtful. What more could I possibly contribute to alleviating Gerard's worries? If he had been in my place I knew that I would worry as much as he. Hell, I worried without him being in immediate danger.

Voices rose from around the table but I ignored every one of them.

'Under the cover of night, Gerard. They won't see us coming. They will be too full of themselves to notice us sniffing around.' I voiced and everyone stopped talking.

'It still is too dangerous. If they catch you...'

'They won't.' I interrupted him willing him to see my confidence.

'I have done this before. Trust me.' I stared at him straight in the eye. 'Trust me.' I lowered my voice.

He chewed the inside of his cheek and run a hand through his hair before lowering on the table looking at me with hooded eyes.

Please, Gerard. Show me this trust. I need to do this. I pleaded from within me. I didn't want to beg in front of his men. If he succumbed to me I didn't want him to feel degraded in front of them.

I gulped an uneasy glob while my heart hammered away in anticipation. Would he stop me? Would he not? One thing I knew was that I didn't want to go out there knowing I didn't have his blessing, in a matter of speaking. I needed to know that he would have my back and that he would not be angry with me by going out there.