“He’s protective. He’ll get over it,” I said to the bathroom as I walked into it.
I went right to my toothbrush.
Creed stopped in the doorway and leaned a shoulder against the jamb.
“Sebring strikes me as a man who likes things to go the way he wants ‘em to go,” Creed noted and he was not wrong.
“I’ll have a chat with him,” I muttered to the basin as I grabbed my toothbrush and turned on the faucet.
His voice changed, it was deep, there was roughness to it with an edge of smooth and that was also a change. It had been deep and smooth back in the day. Now that hint of rough said he smoked. It said he drank. It said he lived as jagged as his voice.
But when it came at me just then, there was a vein of soft that brought back the raw.
“Sylvie, we need to –”
I turned my head to him, toothpaste in hand and cut him off to declare, “I don’t do partners.”
“You did,” he returned immediately, his eyes watching me closely. “But he died.”
That sent raw through me again for two reasons.
One, because he was right. My partner died and he did it leaving a wife, a kid and one on the way. Stupid fuck enlisted. Enlisted when we were at fucking war. “Gonna do my bit,” he said. Fucking fucker got out of the Marines, set up a life where there was a possibility, not a probability, that people would shoot at him and then he went back to the probability, re-enlisting and got himself shot dead.
The other reason was because I knew Creed had checked me out and I didn’t like that. I didn’t like him knowing anything about me. I figured, Knight hired him, he was good at what he did.
So he knew.
Everything.
I turned back to the mirror and loaded up my toothbrush. “Yeah, I did. He died. Learned that lesson. Now I don’t do partners.”
“This shit is what Knight thinks it is, the ride’s gonna be bumpy. You need someone at your back,” he replied.
Maybe but it sure as hell would not be him.
Before shoving the toothbrush in my mouth, my eyes went to the mirror and I returned, “Need it, I got Knight or Rhash,” then I started brushing.
Creed appeared in the mirror behind me and my eyes went up to his in the mirror.
“He might have a mole. As far as his team’s concerned, it’s business as usual for both of them,” he told me something Knight explained last night. “Banks nor Sebring are available to you.”
I shrugged.
“Sylvie, I’ve already been workin’ this job a month. I know that team better than you do.”
That pissed me off enough to pull the brush out, spit out foam then catch his eyes in the mirror again. “No fucking way. You may think you do and they may have secrets they haven’t shared but no amount of digging you could do in a month tells you more than what I know working side by side with those guys for years. You’ve lived the life, Creed, it’s written all over you. You know that. You had something on one of them, Knight would already have that intel. So you don’t have shit.” After delivering that, I shoved the brush back in and kept at my teeth.
“You’re right,” he confirmed. “That doesn’t mean there isn’t something to get.”
I shrugged again.
“You know what hangs in the balance,” he stated and I held his eyes.
I knew but he told me anyway.
“Scenario one, Knight keeps business open and another girl gets it worse than Serena last night. He keeps it open, that shit escalates and girls get hurt. Scenario two, he shuts it down. Okay for him but if he can’t neutralize the threat in a timely manner that means, first, he’s gotta let boys go. He doesn’t need a team that big when there’s no girls to look after. Second, the girls are fucked. They got no jobs, they got no money then they look for alternate ways to get paid without a man or a five foot two powerhouse at their back. You know Sebring. He won’t put them in danger. He’ll shut down. That club turns over a mint, he’ll survive. Those girls won’t.”
I stopped brushing, spit, rinsed and looked back to his eyes in the mirror as I shoved my brush in the holder. “So I’ll find the mole, if there is one, and I’ll track down the trouble and put it out of commission. You’ve been looking into me, Creed. You know what I’m capable of. This assignment is not outside my skill level.”
“Two working together is safer and shuts this shit down faster than one,” he shot back.
Unfortunately, this was true.
“Then I know a couple guys who I can work with,” I returned. “They’re local. They can hit the ground running. I’ll talk with Knight about them.”
“Again, I’ve had the job a month. I don’t have to hit the ground running, Sylvie. Right now, it’s you who’s catching up.”
Fuck.
Fuck!
Exactly how was this happening?
Exactly how in the fuck was I standing in my bathroom, brushing my teeth, Tucker Fucking Creed at my back after I hadn’t seen him for sixteen fucking years, talking to me about partnering on a job with him and not groveling or writhing in pain after I kicked his ass?
I knew how.
Because that was then but that was over and this was now.
This was now.
That was over.
“Fine,” I agreed and watched a weird flare in his eyes but I ignored that, turned to face him and kept talking. “Got shit to do. We’ll meet with Knight, after, you’ll catch me up.”
“No, now we gotta get shit outta the way so, as we work, it doesn’t get in the way.”
“No shit to get out of the way,” I replied and moved out from in front of him and deeper into the bathroom.
This got me another eye flare which wasn’t weird. It was annoyed.
“Sylvie –”
I shook my head. “I don’t just work for Knight, you know. I got things I gotta get done. It’s late. I don’t have a lot of time. You wanna help out, you can feed Gun on your way out.”
“I ride along on your shit, we talk before the meeting which means after we can get down to it.”
This was, for anyone other than Tucker Creed, an excellent suggestion.
Since it was Tucker Creed, I shook my head. “Not gonna happen. I work alone.” He opened his mouth to speak so I finished quickly, “Except for this gig for Knight, I work alone.”
He didn’t move.
I did, to put my hands to the hem of my shirt and I did this as I asked, “You not moving, does that mean you aren’t gonna help out and feed my cat?”
“I know,” he whispered and for the first time in a long time I had to hold back a flinch.
But I managed it and kept the mask in place.
“No shit?” I asked.
“We need to talk, Sylvie.” He leaned forward an inch. “He told me –”
Oh no.
Fuck no.
I whipped my shirt off and tossed it aside. Creed stopped speaking abruptly and his eyes dropped to my torso as my hands moved to my belt.
“Learn this about me, partner, and I suggest you do it now,” I told him. “I do not go back. Eyes ahead. Feet moving forward. I don’t ever fucking go back. I don’t talk about it. I don’t think about it.” I undid the button on my jeans and pulled the zip down. “You were in my life a long time ago. I’ve lived two full lifetimes since then, each entirely different. I like the one I’m in now. I’m not going back to the ones before. I didn’t like them as much.”
His eyes shot back to mine and his lips whispered, “Sylvie –”
It was my turn to lean in an inch. “Deal breaker. You’re all fired up to discuss that shit, this is done. I’ll tell Knight to find you another partner. He’ll understand. We’re tight. He’ll give me that and not one thing will change between us. You keep your mouth shut about that shit, eyes forward, feet moving ahead, mind on the job, we’ll be fine.”