I could hear my partner as I climbed the stairs to my apartment. I knew that tone of voice. I could practically see the raised finger you can’t argue with. Hutch was coming down on Nicky about something they were both hiding from me, but for different reasons. Nicky to protect himself, Hutch to protect me.
“I don’t care what happens to you. But I do care what happens to your brother.” Hutch was never one for sugar coatings.
When I opened the door they both stopped and turned to me as if expecting me to choose a side. I’d rather have taken a bullet.
Things between Nick and me have always been rocky. But who’s fault is that? All he sees is that I left him holding the fort when we were kids. He’s been trying to get my attention ever since. But our lives have moved in opposite directions. Maybe if I’d have stayed in New York, things would have been different between us. If I can’t give him love, at least I owe him my loyalty. But then there’s Hutch . . .
Its hell being torn between a brother and one who’s even closer than that.