Savage (A Blood Feud Novel)

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Rachel was still having a conversation with Pearce. They had shared a couple of drinks already, and Rachel was on her third glass of Heineken.

"I'm not doing anything later tonight," Rachel said.

She emptied her pockets and slammed another ten Euros on the counter. The bartender picked up the bill and asked Rachel if she wanted anything.

She said no. The bartender moved on.

"Well, um, if you're not doing anything then perhaps we can do something later tonight," Pearce said.

"Like what?" Rachel asked.

Her head swerved. She had three or four shots before having started her beers. She was getting out of it.

Pearce was surprised at how composed Rachel was. He leaned in close to her. Her breath smelled of alcohol. Rachel smiled and winked at him.

"I want to fuck you tonight," he whispered to her.

That set Rachel off. She smacked him. She stood off and dragged herself out of the bar.

When she was finally outside, it was around ten. By now she would have been searching for James. But she had nowhere to start from.

Rachel rummaged through her pockets and retrieved her cell phone. She dialed James' number. No response came from James' number.

She dialed again.

No response.

Rachel sulked.

James was probably having a good time. He probably wasn't in any danger. Maybe he and Shea were playing a game. It seemed like so. He was a little boy after all and probably thought he could get her riled up.

Rachel wondered if dumping James was a good idea to consider. He was fun, but the guy had turned into a lightweight, always opposing her decisions, something she hated. She inserted the key into the door lock. She managed to get inside her car.

Pearce came outside. He saw the orange Cooper and Rachel in the driver's seat. She looked disoriented. She was probably drunk by now, if not close to it.

He decided to take out his flip phone.