“Lee, do something!” Indy was beside me and she was shouting at Lee.
Lee didn’t move; he just watched Hector like it was some kind of weird, new-fangled, in the alley behind a g*y bar outdoor play.
I tell you, bizarre.
Then I saw a whirl of motion and Daisy was there. She charged Hector full on, head down moving with such velocity she knocked him to the side.
Thank God. Little Daisy to the rescue and no prison blues for Hector.
I sagged against Eddie.
The relieved sag lasted two seconds then I straightened and went tense because Daisy wasn’t trying to save Hector from a murder charge. She was trying to get to Harvey.
And got to him she did.
I watched frozen as she went at him, nails scratching, boots kicking and fists punching.
Harvey was bent over, sucking in air at the same time trying to ward Daisy off.
He failed.
No one tried to stop Daisy either. No one.
Somehow she got him on his back and jumped him, beating him about the face and chest completely out-of-control. So out-of-control, I could hear her grunting and crying hysterically, all at the same time.
“You…” Punch. “Let…” Another punch. “Sadie…” Claw to the face. “Alone.” Then she leaned into his face and she finished on a high-pitched screech, “You let her alone!”
Finally I yanked free of Eddie and ran to Daisy, grabbing her from behind by her raised wrist, my other arm going around her waist. She fought me and we struggled as I pulled her up.
“Daisy, it’s me,” I whispered in her ear, holding on tight. “Sadie. I’m fine. I’m okay.”
Daisy whirled on me, breaking from my hold as I noticed Eddie move around us and felt movement behind us as Hector, Lee and Eddie, soon to be joined by an advancing Tex and Buddy, started to deal with Harvey.
“You ain’t fine!” Daisy screamed in my face. “And you ain’t okay!”
“Daisy –” I started.
“You can’t do this alone!” She was still screaming, tears streaming down her face. “I know it, I know it. You can’t do this alone.” She put her hands over her face and cried behind them, mumbling a repeated, “You can’t do it alone.”
Cautiously, I got close and then, feeling strange, I slid my arms around Daisy like Buddy or Ralphie would slide their arms around me.
“I’m not alone,” I whispered to her bent head.
She raised wet eyes to me, they were bright and they were flashing. “Damn straight,” she snapped.
I couldn’t help it, her snapping a full of attitude “damn straight” with tears streaming down her face for some reason struck me as funny.
“You need a screaming orgasm,” I told her authoritatively like I even knew what one was.
She blinked. “What?” she asked.
“The shots I was buying everyone before I came out here. They should be done by now.”
She stared at me like I might just be touched then nodded slowly. “Well, sugar, I gotta admit, you’re right. I could use a screaming orgasm about now.”
“Let’s get you inside,” I said, moving my arm to around her shoulders and leading her toward the backdoor.
I looked and saw all the Rock Chicks and Ralphie standing by the door and all of them were watching me.