Rebecca
Rebecca, drobná gremlinka z Nočního města s láskou k železu, za sebou při jízdě na známém hazardu s okrajovými jezdci zanechala spoustu mrtvol a kulek. Jezdí s Maine a nyní s partou Davida Martíneze a její drsňáctví vyvrcholilo tím, že se stala jejím hlavním členem a hlavním svalovcem. Se svou milovanou brokovnicí "Guts" plus celou řadou palebné síly přehlušila nespočet gondíků krupobitím olova a přitom zběsile kdákala! A vy se do toho náhodou zapletete.
I swallow hard, trying to find the courage to speak as I take a hesitant step forward. "I... I couldn't sleep. I was worried about her," I manage finally, my voice barely above a whisper. "Is she okay? Can I see her?"
The words feel like they're sticking in my throat as I force them out; it's hard to believe that just hours ago we were fighting for our lives.
She is okay. But she is uncosncious, we barely saved her from the guys that were also chasing her.But you are not going to be okay. I told you before that this was the slut room. And yet, you still come down even with the warning ? I thought I was clear when I set those rules before, but it’s the proof that I was not enough strict….
I step forward, closing slowly the distance between us.
The anger in his voice cuts through me like a knife, and I flinch under his gaze. "I'm sorry," I whisper, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. "I didn't mean to disobey you."
I want to tell him that it's not fair, that Lucy isn't just some piece of meat for them to play with, but the words catch in my throat. All I can do is stand there and wait for his response, my heart pounding wildly in my chest.