It happened after Hector lost his mind when we all learned Sadie was secretly planning to move to Greece (Greece! What the f**k?) and he dragged her to her office.
No, that wasn’t right. It happened after what happened in her office leaked out into the hall when Sadie came rushing out.
“I’m protecting you!” Sadie screamed at Hector, “Don’t you get it? I’m protecting you!”
My head whipped around to the hall, and at her tone, my body went tight.
She went on screeching.
“You deserve better than me, Hector Chavez! You’re a good man from a good family surrounded by good people. My father was a Drug King. He kills people! It’s what I am, he made me. And Ricky Balducci raped and brutalized me. You know it. You saw it. You were even there! You saw me! You told me you’d never forget. You saw me! You’re better than that and I know it. You deserve more than that. You don’t think you do but you’ve got a tattoo on you that reminds you to think with your head, not your body. I don’t want to be the next tattoo you get when you learn your lesson one day and realize what you’ve done. That you could have had better. That you could have had more. That you could have someone good and clean and right. Someone who belongs at your side. Not someone vile and ugly and tawdry and used that you should have never, ever, ever settled for!”
I watched, my heart bleeding at her words, as she yanked free of Hector and started running.
“Don’t follow me,” she shouted over her shoulder. She stopped and turned. “Don’t!” she shrieked in a voice so shrill, it lacerated me.
My throat closed and I was weirdly paralyzed as others sprung into action when Sadie made a desperate dash through the gallery, grabbed something from a drawer and took off.
God, I f**king hated it when the Rock Chick Drama entered this stage. When the raw thing the Rock Chick was hiding was exposed in all its hideousness and we got to see inside to what we were actually battling.
Not that something like that happened every time. Not that I was there to witness it every time it happened. But I still hated it, whether I saw it or heard about it.
I was good at giving one-liners, making people laugh, giving support in my way. I could be gentle with the honesty. And I was always there, no matter what, no matter when, if they needed me.
But I had no healing hand, like Jules did (because she was a cool chick, but also a social worker). Or like Jet did (because she was shy, quiet and sweet and had a way about her). Or like Daisy did (because she had so much love, it leaked out of her pores and you couldn’t help but feel better if it leaked on you).
So I had not only not made amends for being a bitch to Sadie, I had nothing to give to her right now. I didn’t have the skills to get in there and make her see she was not even close to the things she saw in herself.
And that killed me.
“Ally.”
My head jerked at that familiar, deep, sweet voice and I looked up at Ren.
He was staring down at me looking gorgeous and worried.
“You okay?” he asked.
“No,” I whispered.
He lifted a hand, and it seemed like he was going to touch me but I moved before he could.
Fast.
As quick as my four inch stiletto heels could take me, I dashed to the counter where Sadie had her cash register.
I grabbed my bag.
And I got the f**k out of there.
* * * * *
Three hours later…
I sat in the dark on my ass in my living room. My back was to the wall, my knees up. I was still in my killer dress, but I’d taken off my heels.
The Rock Chick phone tree had been engaged so I’d learned that Sadie was okay. She had her thing, let it out, and then Duke had done his thing.
Duke worked at Fortnum’s with us. In fact, Duke had been working at Fortnum’s way before Indy inherited it from Grandma Ellen, so he was the veteran.