CHAPTER 39
NICK STORMED THROUGH Emmy’s front door, pausing as an afterthought to slam it behind him.
“Don’t worry,” she called out. “I never liked that door much anyway. You want a beer?”
“Fuckin’ need a beer after the night I’ve had.”
Emmy found him in the kitchen, rummaging in the fridge. “I spoke to Lara and Dom. I gather there was a small hiccup with Lara’s ex?”
“Yeah, there was.” He pulled out a bottle and popped the top. “I’m gonna need a favour.”
“You mean you want me to do what you didn’t manage yourself?”
“Hey, I was in front of Lara and her friend. I’d already plastered the asshole over the hood of the car she was sitting in.”
“Nice. So why’d you stop?”
“Going back to finish the job would hardly have endeared me to her, would it? Not to mention the other two fuckers I ha
