Confusion POD Print
By Linda Burson
Marcy has choices to make. If she finally tells everyone about her tragic past, she’ll heal and eventually move on— but she is still missing a large piece of the puzzle.
Liam finally gets the information he’s been waiting for, and from that Marcy discovers another secret about her past.
Brad deals with the aftermath of his revelation about his father and makes a shocking and difficult decision for him and Marcy.
Genre: Women’s Fiction
Sensuality rating: 3
Cover Art by Mallory York
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After kissing a sleeping Brad, I depart his apartment building. With the medicine he took for his injured hand, he should be asleep for some time. Even though the reason we’re spending this time together is because he broke his finger from punching my bedroom wall, we’re getting along well and enjoying each other’s company.
I know I told Brad I was going for a walk and shopping, but after strolling storefront windows a while, I determine it’s a good time to go see Liam. Since he didn’t answer my text, it’s possible he might be in a compromising situation again, and I don’t want to cause a problem for him if he is. I remember the last time I was wondering why I hadn’t heard from him, he was being stabbed from a stakeout. Since he’s planning on us meeting Monday for another late night excursion into the dark, violent world of the criminal element, we should talk. I don’t know how close he thinks he is to finding the murderous Michigan Five Gang, but I’m certain we’re not done getting the information we need. I can’t help but feel sad that the longer it takes to find these depraved felons, the more time Liam has to concentrate on the horrible nightmare of his family’s violent deaths.
I walk a couple of blocks more enjoying the cloudless day before hailing a taxi to 44th Street between 9th and 10th Avenue. Liam always says never give the exact address. Have someone drop you off at a different place from where you’re actually going. It’s amazing how paranoid he has made me, but I suppose I should be paranoid considering what we’re doing is illegal, though in my mind destroying wicked people doesn’t feel wrong.
Exiting the cab, I walk the last few blocks to Liam’s apartment. As soon as I’m near his building, I remember I still have the keys he had given me last weekend when I stayed with him. This is good because I know he won’t answer the bell if I ring it. He said no one should ever be visiting him without notice, so he won’t answer the door. I text him and he doesn’t respond, which means he’s probably not home, and I can let myself in and wait.
Unlocking the front door, I walk up to the second floor to #218. Unlocking that door, I nudge it open because suddenly I feel like I’m intruding. What if he’s in the bathroom and doesn’t have his phone with him and I’m just walking in? I suppose I don’t belong here alone since I told him I couldn’t be in a romantic relationship with him anymore.
I don’t see him and the bathroom door is open, so unless he’s in his bedroom, he’s not here. As I set my purse and jacket down, I hear a rumbling of voices. The sound is strange. In a prudent manner, I walk back toward his bedroom.