Fix You: Bash and Olivia, Book 3 Read Online Free PDF Page B

for ice cream? Kick back and watch a movie? I'd kill for a few days without gangsters and cops and bloodbaths. What do you say? Can you pencil me in for one night of normal? Just to recharge our batteries."
    He laughed and winced, holding a hand to his eye. "Sure thing. I'll get right on it."
    We got into the car and as I settled into the worn seat, I realized that I'd take a night like tonight over a night of wining and dining and dancing…so long as it was with Bash.
    If someday the two things intersected? Well, that would be gravy.
     
    ***
    Bash
     
    Searing pain lashed through me and I tried not to flinch. "Fucking cocksucker!"
    "Stay still, asshole," Matty muttered, pursing his lips as he leaned back to admire his handiwork. "If you didn't keep moving this would go a lot faster."
    He could say that, but considering someone was sewing me up like a prom dress, I was staying pretty still, in my opinion. Plus, it might have been me being paranoid, but this wasn't the first time Matty had stitched me up, and he was being rougher than usual. It felt a little like payback.
    "Hurts, huh?" he asked with a grin as he slid the needle in again and tugged the thread through.
    I gritted my teeth and scowled. "Yeah, and you don't have to sound so happy about it." So apparently I wasn't being paranoid. Matty was definitely enjoying himself.
    "This is why you shouldn't go off on your own and pull shit like this. It was my mess, and I was getting it cleaned up."
    I snorted and rolled my eyes at him. "Actually, it was my mess that had you going to Mickey's in the first place. Nice try, though."
    Liv , who had been a little green around the gills and silent through the procedure, piped up then. "Actually, it was my mess with Andy that started this whole thing, so can the two of you cut the shit? You're not making me feel any better. Stop with the blame game and let's get this over with. I'm pretty sure if I have to watch this for another minute, I'm going to blow chunks."
    I'd told her for the past twenty minutes that she could go in the other room, but she insisted on staying by my side and holding my hand while Matty “operated.” She'd been squeezing my fingers so tightly that my battered knuckles protested, but I wasn't about to complain. Fact was, she was the only female who'd ever cared enough to sit through something like that for me, and I kind of liked it.
    “Done,” Matty said and snipped the thread with a tiny pair of scissors. He sat back and handed me the mirror he’d set on the kitchen table. “Looks good.”
    I examined the cut and had to agree. He might have been a little heavy-handed, but the result was optimal, with a neat little row of stitches closing the wound tight. He’d pressed out the swelling beforehand and it was already looking way better. I’d have a shiner by morning, but all things considered, not too bad.
    If I was really careful with it and kept it nice and clean, it would be hardly noticeable by the time I got back in the ring, assuming the Spada fight didn’t get canceled while I did hard time for assaulting Olivia’s ex. The grand jury hearing was in ten days, and until then, it was all up in the air. Liv had gotten me a lawyer who was supposed to be aces, and if he had his way, my case might never even go to trial. In any case, that was a problem for another day.
    As Matty packed up his kit, I could feel Liv tensing up. The fight had been with Stan The Tank tonight, but I was pretty sure I was headed for another battle and this one could be just as brutal. She’d been great so far, but Liv’s good humor about the whole thing was wearing off, and I knew the second she got me alone, I was in for an earful.
    I cleared my throat and yelled after Matty, who was heading for his bedroom. “Where are you going?”
    “To bed,” he called back over his shoulder. “It’s four a.m. Plus, I figure you guys need some time to talk.”
    Thanks for nothing, asshole.
    “Oh, I meant to tell you, Reid