Vigilante
an excerpt

Whitney Russo gingerly pealed the soaked bandage from her arm. She held the phone pinched between her shoulder and ear as she started to wipe up the blood. “Oh, you should see this one.”

The voice in her ear chuckled in sympathetic understanding. “Another shiny scar for your collection, right?”

“Yeah, right,” she snickered. It hurt like hell but at least the stitches were not torn as bad as she thought. She would just need to change the bandages and lay off the nightly routine tonight. “I guess I won’t be going out tonight, Bruce.”

“Sure you will,” Bruce said. His cocky tone made her smile. “You’ll be going out with me. I know that I am not as much fun as say, some thug with a knife, but hey, I promise to keep it interesting.”

“God, I don’t know how he got me so quick. Thought I got out of the way in time. Damn!” She hissed at the pain of pulling a clean shirt over her head. She had flexed the injured arm. Pain, bright and sharp, made her close her eyes for a moment and take a slow breath.

“At least the streets are minus one less lunatic tonight,” Bruce said.

“Are you talking about me or the thug?”

There was a moment’s pause at the other end, one that made Whitney smile. “If I say you, you won’t go out with me,” Bruce replied.