Maria
“You’re on at six, right? I’ll send a car for you here at 5:30,” Luc says, pulling up outside my apartment.
“What? No, you don’t have to do that,” I say, but he’s just looking at me like don’t be stupid.
So, I accept it.
After that minor uncomfortable moment at breakfast, Luc and I had a quick discussion about work and responsibilities.
He sometimes gets called out of town for the Vipers. And I totally understand and respect that.
Just like he understands I won’t take money from him. I have to work. And if he won’t let me work at the Den. Then I’ll go elsewhere.
“Oh, really? Well, let me tell you right now the answer is no. You fucking won’t be tending bar anywhere else, Baby Girl. I want you right where I can see you. Where I can keep you safe. Got it?”
I hate to admit it, but I feel so relieved.
I mean, I want to be the kind of woman who can handle all her own problems. But mine are a little too big sometimes.
I need and want the protection Luc offers so freely.