Because I got help.
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One of my partners is Darius Tucker. He’s one of Lee’s best friends (and one of mine, too). He’s an awesome guy who I love and have loved since he started hanging with Lee way back when they were in school. He’s an awesome guy I love more now because he’s cool, he’s kind, he takes my back and he believes in me.
He’s also an ex-drug dealer and current private detective on staff at Lee’s agency, Nightingale Investigations.
Even though Darius got out of the trade that doesn’t mean he doesn’t know everybody. And if he doesn’t know them know them, he knows of them.
My other partner is Brody Dunne, another friend of mine for forever. Brody’s a boy-man (with more boy than man, even though his age says more man than boy) who could work a computer like Yo-Yo Ma a cello, Stephen Hawking an equation and Tex an espresso machine.
As you can see, both good partners to have.
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Fast forward to last night, when I found out another friend of mine, Faye, was getting buried alive because her boyfriend’s dad is a dick.
Don’t ask, it’s a huge-ass story.
Anyway, someone had to step in. And since I’d been monitoring the situation for some time, I was in a place to do that.
So I did.
And I saved her life.
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However, it must be said that Ren was not wrong (though I was not going to admit that to him).
The men involved, including Faye’s boyfriend’s dad, were not good men.
Not even close.
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Fast Forward—Hit Play
“This is the last time you’re gonna tell me?” I yelled at Ren.
“Baby—”
I shoved at his shoulders and succeeded in rocking him back enough I could roll across the bed.
This I did, snapping, “Don’t you baby me.”
I got a foot to the floor and nowhere fast because Ren hooked an arm around my belly and yanked me back into bed.
Then he covered me with his body.
This was an effective maneuver he utilized often during Our Talks because I could possibly land a knee to the ‘nads, but I was loath to do that since I liked his ‘nads as they were in those times we weren’t fighting.
Other than that, he was bigger, heavier and stronger than me so I was totally screwed.
Exhibit B. Ren had no problem using his physical advantages to give him more opportunities to be bossy and in my face.
“Get off me,” I demanded.
“Listen to me.”