The Girl and The Murderer

39. Argument

Rick seems to be happy today. Usually he always have a small grin on his face but today he seems more than enthusiastic.

-Rick ? Did something happen ?

-Of course not Rachel ! Why do you ask ?

Because you never smiled so widely since I know you my little Ricky.

In fact, Rick is everything except little. He is approximately as tall as Zack. So very tall. Then, he looks pretty young even if his hair turns gray.

-Are you sure nothing happened ? To be so happy, it must've been a good thing !

-I've met an old friend. It was very pleasant.

-Who was it ?

-Isaac Foster.

He stares at me intensively and his smile changes. From happy to scary. His eyes are shining.

-I... I need to go.

-Take care Ray. Dangerous people are generally those who you don't pay attention to.

I exit the building shivering.

On my way back home, I can't help thinking about Rick's last sentence. Did he refer to Zack ? Or himself ?

-Ray ! Fuck, I spent my day worrying about you ! Are you alright?

Zack jumps out to me and kiss me. I get away from his hug before asking :

-What's wrong ?

-Beware of Gray !

-Who's Gray ?

-You must know him since he knows you !

A pause. He's thinking. Then he starts again :

-Except if you're in the same case as me. But it's not logical.

-I don't understand a word you're saying. Can you explain yourself more clearly ? And why are you so panicked ?

-Because of Gray !

Hell he is getting on my nervew with Gray !

-Who is Gray ?

-He's tall, grey hair, a square face and he's scary.

Let's skip the fact that the description matches totally with Rick, ok ?

-And what is he doing, this Gray, to give you the creeps ?

-He sent me to the ground and he wanted to ask me something.

Ok I feel like I am going through an affair between two mobsters and being the thing they are fighting for. It is not good at all.

-What kind of thing ?

-I don't know he didn't want to tell me before I accepted.

Fuck... I mean, I don't feel good about this Gray person.

-And then he said he could make me accept. And I understood that he wanted to hurt you. So I jumped on him to kick his ass out but he knocked me out.

Ok we're in deep shit. Really deep. Seriously.

-I think I know this guy, I whisper.

Zack stares at me worryingly. Then he bursts out like :

-Why you didn't tell me earlier ? We're gonna kill him right away !

He has a powerful grudge... I take him by the shoulders and hold him tight.

-You're not gonna kill anybody. You dtay here and you listen to me.

I take a look at my watch, explaining :

-If I'm correct he should pass by in approximately 10 minutes. We're gonna wait and you'll tell me if it's Gray or not.

He sighs. It is certainly not what he expected but fuck it. I want to be sure about what I'm doing.

10 minutes later, as planned, Rick passes by in his car. He waves to me and I respond. Zack is tensed as a tong and I have to hold him again for him to calm down.

-I suppose it's him right, I sigh.

-Exactly. Can we go and kill him now ?

Not really since it's my boss. But if it is also a mobster I'm fucked.

10 minutes later, a klaxon and a loud scream call out to me :

-Rachel ! What are you still doing here ?

Zack growls like a guard dog and ends up kissing my lips before going away.

Arthur has his mouth wide open when I get in the car and he doesn't say anything on our way back home.

But the moment we pass the door of our flat, the volcano erupts.

-What the fuck were you doing with that guy ?!!

-Calm down Art.

-Calm down ? CALM DOWN ?!! You want me to calm down after what you just did ?

This is too much. Far too much.

-Why are you yelling at me ? Do I say something when you bring your bitches here ? We're not together as far as I know ! I can do what I want ! You're frustrated because you don't have the courage to confess your feelings ? Go on, I'm listening ! Since we're on to say the things we don't want to.

-I...

-You ?

-Forgive me Ray. I lost my temper. I'm an asshole I know.

He lower his head. I almost feel guilty for yelling at him. Almost.

-Sorry for the screaming... I got a rather bad day today. Shall we make up?

I give out my hand and he squeeze it.

-We should make up.

He turns his eyes away and asks softly :

-Since when are you aware of...

-The fact that you love me ? Around 8 years. Why ?

He blushes and I laugh. At least this day doesn't end up too bad.