Page 18 of Mafia Scars

Being a cop was, however, completely different from being a mobster.

They lived dirty, played dirtier, and everything was outside the spectrum of being right.

That was why, no matter what, I had to forget Luc.

I thought it was safe to assume that I probably wouldn’t see him again.

I just wished my heart didn’t ache every time I thought that.

There were decisions I needed to make but was avoiding.

He was one of them, and so was seeing my father. I said I would never go back home. But was I really going to let him die and never see him again?

“Holy hell, look at that,” Holloway gasped. His voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

His eyes were hooked on a beautiful dark-haired woman who’d just walked into the diner.

Jefferson and Sinclaire both looked too.

The woman wore a super, skin-tight body con with her tits practically popping out of the dress. It screamed attention, which she totally got.

“That’s what you call a fuck-me dress.” Jefferson smirked, slicking his hair back. He stood up to go after her, but Holloway grabbed his arm.

“What are you doing?”

“What do you think, meathead? Going to get her.”

“I saw her first.”

The two were so comical to watch sometimes.

“Fuck that. You saidlook at that, so I looked, and now I’m going to take.”

“Screw you.” Holloway punched him in his side, and the two scrabbled out of the booth and over to the other side of the restaurant, where the woman was.

I looked at Sinclaire to find he was already staring at me.

I would have made some comment or asked him if he wasn’t going to go too if I didn’t know why he stayed.

“Those guys are crazy,” he stated with a nod.

“That’s why we like them.” I lifted my shoulder into a shrug.

He looked at my plate, which was squeaky clean. “I didn’t think you were going to finish your burger.”

“I can’t resist a good burger, and it would be rude if I didn’t finish it, especially from this place.”

He chuckled. “I hear you.” He gave me a contemplative look, then asked. “Do you want to go for a walk?”

I held his gaze. It was just a walk, probably just there in the park across the street from us. It was a nice park to walk around at night because of the lake and the lights. It was fine. I could go with him. It didn’t have to mean anything.

But what if it did? Would it be so bad?

Luc was gone and clearly not coming back. I didn’t want to be one of those women who waited around indefinitely without a word or a promise. That was what I was fast becoming.

Plus, I needed to forget him. Forget Luc.

“Yes.”