Merciless

“When have I ever needed a fucking spoonful of sugar?”

“Fine. Right after you got back, I had a vision.”

“About what?” I paused. “Me? And I’m in danger or something?”

“No. I am.”

“I don’t understand.”

“According to this vision, being around you puts me in danger.”

My mouth dropped open so far it almost hit my chest.

John-John stared at me. “So you can see why I’ve kept my distance.”

“Bullshit. I can see you’ve used it as an excuse to blow me off.”

“Can you blame me?” John-John shot back. “Given you’re always stumbling over dead bodies?”

“Are there dead bodies in this vision?” I demanded, fighting a burst of anger and embarrassment. My curse, or whatever the fuck it was, hadn’t manifested itself for months. I hated he’d thrown it in my face because he knew how much the discovery that I had some woo-woo mystic Indian shit inside me had freaked me out.

“Yes. More than one body, Mercy.”

“You’ve always said visions were subject to interpretation.”

“Not this time.”

“What is this horrible vision? I bust into your bar with an AK-47 and unload? Kill you and all your customers? Then sit on the bar chugging free whiskey, singing ‘Don’t Worry, Be Happy’ while admiring my killing spree?”

He rolled his eyes. “Overly dramatic much?”

“Overly evasive much?” I countered.

That pushed his buttons. John-John didn’t get in my face like I expected. He gave me a sneering once-over. “You’re not in the vision. You are the vision. A heavy black cloud that descends over everything. Over everyone I care about. Muskrat, Mom, Unci, Uncle Devlin… Black means death. There’s no misinterpretation. Even Sophie couldn’t argue with it.”

I felt like he’d whacked me in the stomach with a two-by-four. It all made sense now. Muskrat steering clear of me. John-John banning me from the bar. Sophie’s abrupt departure.

I’d jokingly called myself a pariah. Now I was one.

Or was he blowing smoke?

John-John’s eyes continued to bore into me. “You think I’m lying?”

“No. I just want to make sure the heavy black cloud you’re seeing is me, not a shadow of someone else.”

“Like who?”

I paused for effect. “Like Saro.”

His intense gaze darted away.

“You know, I’d wondered why he picked Clementine’s, almost out of the blue, as his new hangout. But I thought I’d probably just missed something in my drunken haze after Levi died.” I got in his face. “Did you really think there’d be no repercussions after dealing with a psychotic fucker like Saro? Even if you were doing Devlin a favor by paying off his debt? No wonder you kicked me out of your bar and cut me out of your life. You’re embarrassed because Saro owns you now.”

“No one owns me,” he snapped. “And this high-and-mighty I’m-an-FBI-agent attitude is why I don’t want you around, Mercy. Go ahead. Convince yourself you’re not the danger to my family. But I know better.”

“Do you? Because the most dangerous person to your family right now is not me.”

“It’s Saro?” he asked sarcastically.

“No, it’s Devlin.”

Without another word, I turned and walked off. My hand shook so hard I dropped my keys before I could get my truck unlocked. Resting my forehead on the window of the driver’s-side door, I forced myself to take long, deep breaths.

The drive home was a blur.

At least the dogs were happy to see me. I must’ve stayed outside a long time, because Mason came looking for me. But he didn’t crowd me, demanding the affection he usually did, so I must’ve been giving off some dark vibes.

I’m just the little black rain cloud of death.

I whipped the slobbery tennis ball as hard as I could.

“Rough day?”

“Yeah.”

“I heard about Rollie getting locked up.”

“I’m probably in deep shit with Turnbull since I went to see Rollie at the jail.”

Butch bounded back with his prize, nearly bowling me over with his doggy pride. Shoonga, not to be outdone, hip checked me with his head. Damn dogs could always make me smile, even when I didn’t want to-but not today.

“What’s really going on? Something with your job?”

“No, and I’m not just saying that because it’s something I can’t talk about. It’s… really stupid, probably, but it’s been digging into me like a burr, and now it’s beginning to fester.”

“Tell me what it is, or I’ll nag you like Sophie did.”

“Ironic that you should mention Sophie. She’s part of it.” I told him about John-John’s vision. I hated how my voice wavered, so I added some profanity that’d make a SEAL blush. But I got it all out without breaking down.

He let me wallow for a minute after I finished. Then he trapped my face in his hands and forced me to look at him. “Fuck him. You bring happiness and light into my life, Mercy. Into a lot of other people’s lives, too. If they wanna believe that woo-woo Indian bullshit, let ’em. But you don’t have to buy into it. You don’t need a friend like that.”

“Thank you.”

Dawson pulled me into his arms. “That said… since you’re running low on friends, does that mean you’re gonna marry me pretty soon? ’Cause people are starting to talk. They’re saying that you’re just using me for sex.”