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If it wasn’t me, it would be someone else

I took the photo and stood, shoving it into my pocket With a jerk of his chin, Roa a close eye on his invest, I didn’t exactly have the choice to stop

It wasn’t personal Business never was

My conscience was eating at me It nibbled and bit until I felt ill, and it was a little over 6:00 pm when I sent the text

Me: Can’t do it

My sto

I knew I’d likely just lost s I wouldn’t do Surprised the shit out of o, I would have taken the job without pause if it were done in the name of Chaos

I would have ser

It seeed

An hour passed, and I received no response I stood with a heavy sigh, showered, and got ready for work I felt numb as I dressed, even more dazed as I helped Anika out of the car and walked us inside the club

Bleeding Hearts was unsurprisingly busy

Fro at the far corner of the roo, he lifted his drink in acknowledgement, and I lifted my chin I turned to the bar in tiently touch so those delicious lips of hers his way

My gut clenched tightly

I hated that, but I understood it was part of the job

My eyes narrohen they settled on Anika She looked frazzled, as though she couldn’t keep her lass she was holding and itsound, shedown to pick up the pieces And I worried

No et her to talk to me

She was battling She was losing And it was tearing her apart, one day at a time

“Yo, Chessie,” I called out, and the woman turned to me expectantly I placed a bill on the counter “Send her an espresso martini Maybe it’ll help her study”

Chessie sers on the counter, took theit to the opposite end of the bar As she placed it down, Cora’s head lifted, and Chessie leaned in, speaking to the infuriating woht there at the bar I couldn’t see what Chessie was saying, but when Cora’s face softened, she looked across the bar toShe took a slass down and blew me a kiss in thanks