Chapter 47

Natasha yanks my arm after her and like some dazed kid I follow her, tripping on the steps because I’m too damn drunk, and my head is still reeling in the aftermath of adrenalin, violence, and Sophie leaving me. The fact she is doing this to us, after a million times I went out and picked her up and took her home from a million sleazy bars. I swooped in and rescued her more times than I care to remember, and not once did she ever tell me to stay behind, so she could go it alone.

What the fuck is happening to us right now?

I pull myself free at the top of the stairs and stare at Natasha blankly. Not sure what’s going on or how she even got me up here without a fight, all I know is my girl is headed the other way and I don’t like this. I am not about to stand here and do god knows what, while she’s down there trying to get a cab and fending for herself. I never agreed to this shit and I am not about to follow through with it.

Sophie always needs me; I need her. I lur