A/N- Why hello there my Hotties. How are you all doing? I'm back with another chapter, and I think you all are going to really enjoy this one despite how short it is.
I am so glad I finally had time to write this! I am currently sitting in a coffee shop with a cherry tart and cup of coffee in hand, already starting on our next chapter (Which I think you will enjoy *Wink Wink*)
Also, as you may or may not know I have a playlist chapter for this book. I was wondering if you guys could give me any songs you feel go well with either this book, a specific chapter, or just Matt and Holly. Thank you <3
Anyway, without further ado. Chapter eleven my loves :)
Chapter 11
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"And let me just say, this chick must be smoking because I have never seen Matt more flustered over a girl. Even in college he wasn't this bad."
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Holly stayed the night at Matt's place for the past two nights.
A time frame was never discussed. Yet, despite Holly's constant bannering voice declaring that she wouldn't be lingering at Matt's place any longer due to Holly feeling like-and Matt quoted- a dick who doesn't know boarders- she would somehow find herself curled up in Matt's arms with her head pressed against his chest in his bed.
Even when Holly would spend the night, Matt didn't let that get in the way of his patrol. Even though the sound of Holly's heartbeat was enough to make him fall into a peaceful rest. He knew he had a roll to play, a city to save. So every night after he would hear Holly's breathing become slower and calm, he would slip out of bed, replacing his body with a pillow for Holly to hold until he got back.
Even though he thought Holly was fast asleep, the second he would step foot outside, her eyes would open wide.
Holly's chest would be tight as small bated breaths escaped her lungs. She would lie on her side, watching the door that he would stumble into, either bloody and bruised, or completely unspotted, just hanging fire like a scared child in the dark.
Holly would gape blankly down the dimly lit hallway that blue, purple, and pink lights would escape to, brightening even the darkest corners of Matthews apartment. She'd stress over if he would even come back, let alone still be alive by the end of the night, racking her brain, counting the hours he would be gone.
He was never gone for more then two hours at a time. She remined herself of those words every single night.
And then, when two hours would pass-almost as if called upon- Matt would open the door from the roof and make his way down the staircase. The darkness of his clothing would sting her eyes as she would squint, trying to examine any signs of distress on his body.
The sound of the shower would fill her ears as her eyes would flutter shut, only hearing nugatory bits of Matt completing his after patrol routine. Then, after what felt like an eternity, she would feel the bed dip next to her and the sheets would become filled with hot air from another body. A warm arm would often slide around her ribcage, followed by a hand intertwining it's fingers in hers.
A pair of lips would usually meet her collarbone, kissing down to her shoulders until a raspy voice would practically purr against her ear.
"Goodnight, sweetheart."
Holly loved that word. Sweetheart. It was something Matt was trying out, and she was a definite fan. That one word could make her smile as if she had just been injected by some sort of love drug, which she had. Matt Murdock was her love drug, like a spark of happiness to her life that made her utterly and idiotically-
"Holly." Foggy's voice cut through her intrusive thoughts, snapping her back into reality. "You high or something? I've been calling your name for the past minute." He looked up at her from the floor, half of his body shrouded under the sink. Foggy's hands opened and closed like an eager child, "Hand me the Philips head screwdriver."
Once again, Holly and Foggy where playing their favorite game of who can be the better plumber. Her parents refused to buy a new sink, regardless of the fact the sink was older then the butcher building itself. So, at least once a month, Holly and Foggy would get called by Anna to come help fix the sink from shooting water at customers every time the faucet was turned on.
Holly gazed in the direction of Foggy's voice, "Huh?" Foggy's confused face would make her rethink the words he had just said to her. "Oh no- No I'm not high. I uh-" She looked to the side of her, digging through her fathers old toolbox until she found the screwdriver. "Just spaced out." She planted the screwdriver in Foggy's hand.
Foggy's hand would lower, "Yeah no shit. You look like a deer in the headlights." The sound of clacking metal and the occasional sprits of water would make Holly's brows furrow and her face grow sour. "Shit- What's got your mind so occupied? Or should I say who?"
Holly shook her head, a highly-strung laugh rolling off her lips. "Stop worrying about me and fix the sink." She kicked his foot lightly.
"Oh, so it is a someone." Foggy's voice became high pitched. "This wouldn't happen to be the same someone who you've been seeing for a while would it? The one who you brought our sacred meats too?"
"Please never use the phrase 'Our sacred meats' again." Holly laughed as Foggy's hand shot up with the screwdriver. She took it, placing the screwdriver back. "And...yes. It's the same guy." She handed him a bolt, plopping it down in the palm of his hand. "But we're nothing serious."
Foggy nodded as the room became quiet, "So just rubbing ass's?"
"Franklin." Holly's hands ran to her face as she tried to forget the words that just came from her brothers mouth. "Jesus Christ dude-"
"What?" Foggy shot up from the sink, hitting his head on the cabinet as he let out a quiet 'Fuck.' He sat up on his forearms, watching as Holly just about gagged herself. "I don't know what you kids call it these days. Fucking, screwing, making babies-" He loosely shrugged. "I don't know, Holly. According to your generation I'm ancient. I'm not caught up on your slang."
Holly rolled her eyes, "First off, we are not fucking, screwing, making babies, rubbing ass's-" She shook her head, waving her hands in front of her. "We're keeping things PG, alright?" Foggy's face told Holly he wasn't fully convinced. "Second of all, we haven't even talked about the idea of being boyfriend and girlfriend." She handed Foggy a cloth, motioning for him to wipe the water from his head "We're just...taking things by the day."
Foggy stood up from the floor, wiping his hands with the cloth. "And...your okay with that? Taking things by the day?"
"Yeah," Holly loosely shrugged. "Why wouldn't I be?"
Foggy put his hands up defensively, "Not my jurisdiction, sis." He made his way to the toolbox, closing the lid. "It's just...your not the type to take things slow. Every relationship you've ever been in your waiting for them to pop the question by the third date."
Holly remained hushed for a moment, knowing Foggy was unerring. Holly loathed taking things slow and not having any confirmation as to where things were going with someone. Yet, with Matt, despite her not knowing the outcome of whatever you call their current situation, she enjoyed it. It felt as if it was a thrill that she needed in her life. Something new in a word full of old's.
"This one is different." She made clear her words. "It's better for both of us that we take it day by day."
Foggy leaned against the counter, crossing his arms over his now water covered button up. "Whatever floats your boat, I guess." He raised his eyebrows, "You know, I would like to meet this guy. You should bring him to your birthday party on Saturday."
Holly felt her heart drop. "Oh, no no no." She shook her head. "I don't think either of us are ready for that just yet." She turned on her heel, grabbing the tool kit as she began to walk away with Foggy following suit.
Foggy rolled his eyes, "Between you and Matt, I don't know which one of you is a bigger bitch when it comes to keeping your relationships a secret."
Holly almost tripped over her own feet as she placed the tool kit inside the broom closet that was covered with dust and old wood. Stepping on her tippy toes, she placed the kit on the top shelf.
What was Holly supposed to say? She internally panicked for a moment, before finally, words slipped out of her mouth before she could think.
"Matt's in a relationship?" Holly questioned, feeling her throat become dry as she crossed her arms over her chest, nervously picking at the skin of her arm. This was the exact reason she could never be an undercover cop, she was awful at acting like she didn't know information.
"Indeed." Foggy nodded with a smile, "And let me just say, this chick must be smoking because I have never seen Matt more flustered over a girl. Even in college he wasn't this bad." Holly threw up inside her mouth when the words 'This chick must be hot' left his mouth.
'If only he knew.' She said to herself, once again.
"He's been seeing her for a few weeks or something. Maybe a month, I'm not 100% sure." He loosely shrugged. "He doesn't talk about her much- but let me just say-when he does, he has the most childlike smile on his face. Like a kid in a candy shop."
"Really?" Holly was turned away from Foggy, which she was thankful for considering she was smiling like a dunce. "And...what did he mention about her?"
"Nothing much, but enough to make him sound like he is in head over heels for her." Foggy nodded, wearing a large smile. "He came into the office about four days ago wearing the most stupid smile. He said the girl slept over but claims he slept on the couch." He rolled his eyes as he followed Holly around while she cleaned off the counters. "Let me just say, no man is ever smiling like that unless they where fucking."
Holly nervously chuckled, "You don't know that, Foggy." She loosely shrugged, turning around to face Foggy. "Maybe he's telling the truth."
Foggy sent Holly a bewildered look. "Yeah right, okay." He scoffed. "You don't know Matt Murdock. Matt Murdock has this charming smile that get's every lady undressed the second he flashes it at them. If he didn't sleep with her, that would be a first." The room became silent as Holly continued cleaning, shrugging at his words. "Well, either way, I think this is the first girl Matt has stayed with for more then two weeks besides this chick he dated in college. He seems happy so I'm not gonna push anything."
"Look at you being a nice friend." Holly smiled at Foggy before taking a deep breath and looking down to her watch. "Shit- I uh- I gotta get going." She tossed the rag to him, watching as he caught it in his hands. "I'm taking a shift at the hospital tonight."
Foggy looked down at his watch. "Your starting work this late?" He questioned. "It's almost eleven o'clock."
"There's this guy-detective actually." She shook her head as she went over to her bag and coat. "He got shot at the scene of the explosion and I was put on call as his lead nurse." Holly lifted her coat, placing her arms through the sleeves of the black material. "I'm watching him for the next week until they reassign me." She flipped her hair from out of the inside of her coat, letting it fall onto her shoulders and move down her chest.
"Right." Foggy pointed, watching Holly. "Well, have fun workaholic."
Holly playfully rolled her eyes, throwing her bag over her shoulder. "Call me a workaholic all you want, but let's not forget which one of us would stay up studying until three AM in college to become lawyer."
"Hey." Foggy said seriously. "I wasn't studying, I was partying, get it right."
"Of course, very sorry your honor." Holly said sarcastically as she made her way to the door, listening as Foggy snarked at her comment. "Also, call the plumber and order a new sink. We both know that one is at it's last string and I'm tired of fixing it."
"Holly, stick to your professional field of nursing and I'll stick to being the helpful big brother in the family." His passive aggressive tone was joking. "You just don't know the feeling of real hard work."
She rolled her eyes, "Alright, whatever floats your boat, Fog." Holly said, opening the door as a cool gust of wind welcomed her skin to goosebumps and red cheeks. "Just don't get mad at me when it breaks down again."
"It won't!" Foggy called out.
Just as the sound of the door closing filled Foggy's ears, a bolt shot across the cabinet under the sink, and water began to spray everywhere in the butcher shop. Foggy let out a loud groan as he threw his head back. His voice carried over the entire building as his hands blocked water from shooting onto his skin.
"Mother fu-"
Holly was perched at the nurses station, her big eyes straining to stay open as she fidgeted with a pen on the table while the sounds of heart monitors and the news reporters muffled in her ears.
The middle of January was usually the least busy time in the hospital. The cold from outside temperature seemed to have crept into every corner of New York city, ceasing it's constant movement and rearranging of business, forcing people to stay inside in desperate attempts to not catch a cold.
"Why are we here?" Claire groaned, throwing her head back. "It's quiet, not a soul has walked through those elevator doors, and nobody seems to be dying."
Holly chuckled. "Because the hospital likes to deprive us of sleep." She tossed the pen in the air. "And they knew everyone else that works with us actually has someone to go back home to."
"Ouch, that was a hard cut to my single life." Claire jokingly placed her hand over her heart, acting hurt. Holly laughed at her dramatic nature, just before she spoke again. "I mean, I may be single, but I'm not so sure abut you." She eyed Holly, making her brows furrow.
Holly had a confused smile. "What do you mean?"
"You may not say much, but that hickey on your neck speaks volumes." She nodded to her neck, making Holly's hand instantly dash to the spot.
"Oh my God-" Holly panicked, rapidly moving her hair over the spot in desperate attempts to cover it. Claire laughed at how highly-strung Holly was, spinning side to side in her chair as she continued watching her. "Can you still see it?"
"Not anymore," She looked closely, but all she could see was Holly's sun bleached brown hair covering her neck. " but if I were you I would cover that up with some makeup next time you come into work. You know how they get with that kind of stuff." She rolled her eyes.
"Good point." Holly smiled down in her lap, her hands fidgeting together. They remained quiet for a moment as Claire kept staring at Holly, waiting for the second that she would feel her eyes on her.
"So..." Claire's voice made Holly's head move in her direction. "Are you gonna tell me who sucked your neck raw or is the suspense supposed to kill me?"
Holly couldn't help but smile. Deep down she wanted to tell Claire-bad. After all, they had been friends since college when they where assigned as roommates, and had gone through their fair share of abominable men. Yet, Holly knew that telling one person was like adding a spark to a flame. She was risking word getting out that she was seeing Matt, or worse, Foggy finding out.
Holly took a deep breath, "As much as I want to-"
Both heads where turned in the direction of the chiming elevator. It was almost as if they where living in a ghost town and a living soul had made it's appearance in the first time in years. Holly slightly stood, her legs still crouched as she looked over the nurses station, and at the man who was sauntering towards them with a bag in his hand.
"Hi sir." Holly gave him a faint smile. She noticed the disquieted look on his face, making her notice the slightly tense body language he was giving her. "Is...everything okay?"
It was almost as if a flip had been switched in his mind. "Oh yes, sorry about that-" He offered Holly a small smile, "I'm Carl Hoffman-" He lifted his badge up, facing the shiny metal in Holly's direction. "-Detective Carl Hoffman. I'm here visiting Detective Blake. Figured I would bring him something to eat from his favorite place, In hopes it would wake him up." He lifted the sandwich bag up.
Holly grinned, "That's very nice of you." She looked down, typing his name into the computer. "Okay- so your name isn't in the system but...I'm sure it would be okay if you went to visit him. I would just need Officer Mahoney to check your bag before you go in."
His leery expression came back as Holly watched him take a small breath. "Yeah, sure." He nodded, "Do you uh...do you mind showing me where he is?"
"Yeah, of course." Holly pushed herself from the desk, the rolling chair being sent back as Holly stood up. She looked over at Claire who gave her a small thumbs up, indicating she would cover until she got back.
As the pair began walking down the hallway, the air between them remained tense and quiet. Holly didn't know exactly what to say, which was the first considering she could usually talk a leg off a table. She couldn't get over how nervous the man next to her was. Maybe he was just tense because they where good friends?
"So, how long have you known Detective Blake?" She questioned, turning her head in his direction as she watched him maneuver around a crash cart.
"About four years." He responded flatly. "We where partners the night he got shot. I was right next to him when it happened."
Holly gave a small frown, "I'm sorry to hear about that. He seems like a good guy, one that doesn't deserve to be here right now." She faced forward, continuing her conversation. "Did they uh...did they ever find out who did it?"
Detective Hoffman felt his heart drop, and Holly could see the look of alarm arise on his face. Her brows furrowed slightly as he responded. "Yeah, it was that Devil of Hell's Kitchen guy." He shook his head. "Some wanna-be Avenger gone rampage." He waved his hand.
Although those words left his mouth, Holly didn't fully believe his statement. Deep down, she could see that he was hiding something. Whether he wanted to admit it or not was a completely different story.
"Yeah." Holly responded simply, not wanting to push their conversation. He was obviously grieving, and she knew that when people where in distress, it was never a good idea to push a conversation they want to stop. "Makes sense."
Holly and Detective Hoffman stopped in front of Bret who was standing guard in front of Detective Blakes door. His head turned in their direction, going from Detective Hoffman to Holly soon after.
"This is Carl Hoffman, he's here to visit Detective Blake." She smiled, looking over to Carl who's gaze was focused on the floor. "He uh-" She spaced out for a moment, eyeing him. "He brought something for him. A sandwich from his favorite place." Holly smiled.
"Oh let me guess, Machionies?" Bret nodded with a smile, "He loves that place. Once a week he would go and grab a meatball sub from them and wouldn't shut up about how much le loved them."
Carl gently grinned, "That's right. I just hoped maybe If I brought it, it would trigger something." He motioned to his head, loosely shrugging.
Holly felt herself ease up a bit. Maybe she was just being over paranoid? I mean, in his defense, his best friend and partner had just been shot and was now in a comma for God knows how long. He was probably nervous to see him.
Bret nodded, "Well, come on in." He opened the door, motioning for Carl to walk in. He turned back, giving Holly a small smile just before disappearing inside the room.
Just as he made his way inside the room and the door shut, Holly was about to walk back to the nurses station when she heard Bret call her name. Turning back, she saw him step forward slightly as he pointed down the hallway.
"I've been holding in my piss for the past hour." His words made Holly lightly chuckle. "Do you mind just keeping watch for a minute? I've been here all day and nothing's happened so I'm pretty sure your up for the job."
Holly nodded with a smile, "I'll stay here until you get back."
"Thank you." He said sincerely, quickly turning back and rushing away.
Holly watched as Bret made his way down the long hallway, practically pushing air in order to make it to the bathroom as quick as possible. When he finally turned the corner into the bathroom, Holly faced forward and kept watch over the area around her.
She couldn't understand how Bret did this all day. Just standing there for less then a minute made her impatient. She lightly tapped her finger against her scrubs, humming to herself as she looked through the windows of the rooms that where next to detective Blake.
There was one noise that caught Holly's attention. Her head at full tilt turned back at the sound of metal dropping from the hospital room.
Her eyes darted to the bottom of the door where she could see a figure of a shadow quickly moving. Large and fast black shadows overtook the small crack of the door until finally the sound of distressed breathing filled her ears.
Holly looked down both sides of the hallway, seeing not a soul in sight. Taking a deep breath, she turned back and made her way to the door, pushing down on the handle slowly. The sounds of heavy breathing became more dominant as a voice Holly couldn't pinpoint spoke in a raspy tone as his words became blurred together in Holly's mind.
She had to think this through. What if something was actually going on? What the hell was she planning on doing? She didn't have a tool on hand and the only fighting skills she had where from the two lessons of karate she took when she was nine, and some videos of Battlin' Jack Murdock from when she was a kid.
The sounds of distress became more apparent, and Holly knew she didn't have much time left to think. Taking a deep breath, she collected herself and her breathing.
She pushed through the door harshly, being met with a figure holding Detective Hoffman in a chokehold as he gasped desperately for air. As her nerves continued getting worse, it finally deemed in her mind who that figure was.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Holly's hands flew to her hair as she continued watching Detective Hoffman get choked to death.
"Close the door. Now." Matt said through gritted teeth as he continued pulling back on Detective Hoffman's neck. As Holly hurried over to the door, closing it and blocking it with a chair, Carl closed his eyes and became completely still until finally Matt released him and listened as his unconscious body fell to the ground.
Holly couldn't catch her breath as her attention was averted over to the man in the hospital bed who was now choking on his own saliva and gasping for air. Her hand flew to her mouth as Matt rushed over to Detective Blakes bed.
"Matt, what the hell is going on?" She asked nervously, rushing to the other side of the bed as she continued eyeing Matt. "Why are you here? Let alone choking a fucking detective!"
"Holly, you need to leave." He said, cocking his head as he listened to the man's heartbeat. "Get out, close the door behind you, act like you haven't seen a thing."
"I can't do that, Matt! I was supposed to watch over him for a minute. Hear that? A minute! and somehow I have managed to let The Devil Of Hell's Kitchen break through his window and choke another man to death!" She said nervously, trembling over her words. Despite her temper filled tone, Matt knew she was just nervous, he could hear it pounding in her chest.
"That guy was planning on killing him." Matt said, countering her words.
"With what?" Holly questioned hysterically alarmed. "There's no tools in here and we checked his bag before he came in."
"Not good enough." Matt cocked his head, "Inside the sandwich, there was the needle full of Warfarin. He injected enough into his IV and now-"
The man choked as Holly rushed her hands to his back, lifting him slightly from the bed so he would stop gagging.
"-He's dying." Holly finished Matt's sentence. She continued worrying, struggling to control her breath as she spoke. "Inside of the cabinet to your left, punch in the code 3027. There's Naloxone, it's a drug that will wipe out the overdose."
"Holly, it's too late." Matt shook his head, "The injection already made it to his bloodstream and it's going towards his heart. He'll die by the time you even punch the code in." He could hear Holly's panic. "I need him to talk before he dies. He knows information about Fisk, stuff that would be useful and could help him get put away."
Holly's mind trembled over her own thoughts as the sounds of heavy breathing and beeping from the heart monitor overtook the sound of her own pounding heartbeat. She couldn't handle this. The thought of knowing someone was dying in her hands was something that she would never be able to forgive herself about.
"Holly." Matt reached forward, pressing his hand to the side of her cheek. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart, I really am. But I need you to focus for me, please." His hand was warm compared to the flush and cold temperature on Holly's skin. "Help me stop Fisk from doing this to anyone else."
She paused slightly before nodding quickly against Matt's hand. He took his hand from her face, turning his head in the direction of the man who was lying between them.
"I need you to listen to me." Holly watched as the man's head turned in her direction. She could see the fear written across his lips. "That detective just injected you with some real lethal shit and I can't get it out of your body in time. Your gonna die in the next minute, so I need you to tell me everything you know about Wilson Fisk."
The man tried to speak, "Help." He breathed. "Me-"
Holly just about lost it on the spot. Whether this man was working for Fisk or not he was still a human being. She wasn't cut out for this, she couldn't act like she didn't care when all she could think about was getting the medication and injecting it into his veins in hope it would keep him alive.
"She can't." Matt said, making the man look towards his direction. "Whatever your partner injected you with already reached your heart and your gonna be dead in the next minute. So do yourself a favor and tell us what you know before it's too late. Now."
A group of men's voices sounded outside the door, including Bret Mahoney.
"Holly!" A loud bang rang against the wooden door. "Holly, what's going on in there? You need to let us in!"
Holly's hands rushed to her face as she took deep bated breaths. She couldn't escape the noises of the men outside, nor the sound of the alarming heart monitor. Despite how loud the room was, somehow her heartbeat took full reign of her ears.
The banging on the door became more apparent as Matt realized he wasn't going to get a response from Detective Blake. He was already breathing heavily and his heart was pounding too fast. He was dying. He rapidly turned his head up in Holly's direction.
"Tell them It was me. I was here, I threatened your life and made you stay still or else I would have killed you." Matt said.
"What?" Holly questioned nervously as she walked around the bed towards him. "No, I'm not doing that. It wasn't you, it was him. You tried to help him-" She pointed down to Detective Hoffman.
"Holly." Matt placed his hands on her arms, crouching down to her level. "They won't believe you if you say it was Detective Hoffman. I am telling you to lie and say it was me, please. For the sake of you staying out of Fisk's mess and being able to come back home tonight, please I am begging of you, tell them it was me."
"What the hell is going on in there, Holly?!" The yelling continued, along with the banging. "C'mon, let us in!"
Matt placed his hand on Holly's cheek, moving her head back in his direction.
"Tell me you'll lie to them." His voice rasped against his throat that was laced with exhaustion as if it was cough syrup. "Please." He said in anguish.
Holly nodded quietly, yet quick. She heard him release a faint breath of relief before pressing his forehead against hers. Their breathing became slower, softening until they where breathing at the same rate. Something about Matt's skin against Holly's was enough to make her feel safe, despite the situation they where in.
"I'm so sorry about this." Matt said softly as he pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. "I'm so sorry, Holly. I didn't want to get you involved-"
"Don't be." Holly shook her head, "It wasn't your fault, and I know that."
Matt took her words and planted them deep in his heart. With every word Holly said that rested as a confirmation that he wasn't the monster the media played him out to be, his appreciation and love for her grew even more. He didn't understand how someone could be so endearing and kind, full of spirit and heart, but that's what he loved about her. No matter how many wrongs he did- to Holly- he had more rights to outweigh the consequences.
Within seconds, the door bursted open as voices shouted loud commands at Holly.
"Hands up!" Bret shouted, his gun pointed directly at Holly as her hands remained in the air, her palms faced towards him. The window behind her let in gusts of cold wind as it blew against the small stroke like tears that fell down to her chin.
Bret and two other cops searched the room, their guns being held high as they opened every drawer and closet inside the room. Finally, when everyone yelled the words 'Clear!' Holly felt her stomach ease up as her hands fell to her sides.
Bret faced Holly, his face full of sincere worry. Stepping forward, he placed his gun in his holster until he reached Holly.
"Holly." He placed his hands on Holly's arms, watching the panic-stricken girl catch her breath. "It's all over, your safe now." He nodded, "Who did this?"
Growing up, Holly always liked the card game bullshit. Despite her terrible lying skills and inability to say the word bullshit until she was eighteen because of her mothers uptight rules about profanity, Holly always found herself playing the game with Foggy and Theo on annual camping trips, or while they waited for their parents to finish up in the shop for the day.
Holly's favorite part about the game is that she would always win by playing the ace of spades. It never failed, she would always find an ace of spades card in her pile, and at the end of every game she would call victory by placing that card down on the table. It never failed, despite how many times she won, her brothers still argued over if she was lying or not, calling bullshit only to be surprised by the fact Holly was indeed telling the truth.
This day. This moment. This was like bullshit. The only difference was she had the ace of spades yet didn't want to play it. She had their most valuable card yet, one that would connect the dots to Fisk. Detective Hoffman was still alive and hell he could be used for information that would help get Fisk put away. Yet, despite her advantage, she has to lie. She has to keep the ace of spades in her deck, in hopes she would be able to use it again to her ability in the near future.
Holly needed to play her card, In spite of knowing she could be risking it all.
"Holly," Bret's voice called to her again. "Who killed Detective Blake?"
Holly composed her breath.
"The Devil of Hell's Kitchen." She nodded. "He killed Detective Blake."
A/N- I knew you all where just waiting for something to happen with detective Blake lol. I loved last weeks comments how all of you went "oh no." On that part lol.
i hope you are all ready for next weeks chapter because I am very excited about it!
Have a great day/night and stay safe <3
Daisy :)
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