Rebel
When I finished eating my late night dinner and telling Trish what happened, she took my plate away, and came to sit next to me. “I am so sorry you lost a friend.” “Hmm, but was he ever really my friend? He was using the club to make money on the side. I should never have stuck my neck out for him. I am sure Slider feels worse than I do,” I say and sigh.
“You helped him because that is what you do. You are a damn good man. It hurts you so much when someone betrays you, because your heart is so big. But that is just one of the many things I love about you.” I take a sip of the liquor and smirk. “What else do you love about me?” “Too many things to list right now,” she says, taking a sip from her glass. I think she knows what I am up to. “I am sure you could think of a few,” I say,
