Drake Sisters 06 - Turbulent Sea

bailed her out, because she's back. I caught a glimpse of her right as I noticed the door was barricaded. She's dressed as a crew member and she ducked back behind the bar, but it was her. And in all honesty, I've never found that restraining orders do much good on people like Lucy. She wants me dead.'
    Tish put a hand on Joley. 'Because she thinks you're with Logan and the baby, but as soon as she sees me, she'll know. I was in the bus when those pictures were taken. But she knows I'm his wife. She sent me a few threatening letters telling me to give him up. That was a while back, but they were ugly'
    Joley didn't want to point out that Lucy had to have just now seen Tish holding the baby; that would just frighten her more.
    There was sound of glass shattering, the overpowering smell of whiskey and then a slow, deliberate tread that came closer and closer. Tish gasped and clutched Lissa tighter. The baby began to cry.
    'Do you have formula for her?' Joley asked. 'Go sit down over there where you're out of the sight of the doorway and feed her. We just need to buy a couple of minutes.'
    Tish nodded and ducked back into the smaller alcove, sinking into the chair there and hastily pulling a bottle from the bag to keep the baby quiet.
    The sound of humming became loud. Lucy stood framed in the doorway dressed in trousers and shirt proclaiming she was a crew member. Around her neck hung an ID badge with a picture of a man on it - John Dylan. Joley recognized his photo immediately. Lucy kept humming as she looked around the room.
    'Hi, Lucy,' Joley said to greet her. 'I didn't know you'd come to the concert. It was a great show. Did you enjoy yourself?'
    Lucy's lashes fluttered. A cunning, crafty expression crossed her face. 'Don't pretend to be my friend. I know what you did.'
    Joley deliberately looked as innocent as possible. 'I have no idea what you're talking about, Lucy.'
    Lucy bared her teeth like a wild animal. 'I have friends. You think I don't have friends who tell me what's going on?
    I know you stole Logan from me. He wanted me and you were jealous - so jealous you crawled into his bed. That bitch of a wife of his thinks you're her friend, just like you're pretending to be mine, but I know the truth.'
    Joley shook her head. Lucy took a couple of steps to Joley's right, and in her hand, beside her thigh, were the jagged remains of a whiskey bottle. Her fingers were wrapped around the neck of the bottle, and she began to tap it against her thigh.
    'Lucy, be careful. You're going to cut yourself,' Joley cautioned her.
    She had to keep her body between Lucy and Tish, and Lucy taking steps forward didn't give Joley much room.
    'Do you think I care?' Lucy demanded, brandishing the bottle. 'When I'm finished with you, your face will be in shreds.'
    'Like my clothes, Lucy? You tore up my clothes, didn't you?'
    Joley was aware of a muffled sound coming from just beyond the darkened interior of the suite. Ilya had to be making his way in. She just had to keep Lucy focused on her and he'd be there.
    Lucy tossed her head. 'Strutting around in front of him in your whore clothes. I know all about you, Joley. You pretend to be so innocent, but you can't stand it when you aren't getting all the attention. That's why you didn't want to have Logan's baby. You insisted I carry the baby so you wouldn't have to ruin your figure. You had me impregnated with your child.' She stepped even closer as she lowered her voice, biting out each word between her bared teeth. 'I knew you'd done it before he told me, and I tried to kill the brat, cut her out of me so your bitch seed wouldn't take root.'
    'Who told you that, Lucy? Because it isn't true. Lissa is your child.' She had to convince her just in case Lucy managed to get past her.
    'Lissa?' Lucy snarled the name. 'I told Logan he couldn't call her that. He'll see what happens when he tries to leave me.'
    Joley kept her eyes on the middle of Lucy's chest so she could see her entire body - shoulder movement, foot position, the telegraphing of the attack before it came. She stayed on the balls of her feet, slightly to the side to present less of a target. Both arms were loose, one across her body, so she could bring it up fast and block if need be, one up under her chin, so she could use it to strike. She knew Ilya was close, she could sense him moving into the outer room now. He'd gotten through the barricade Lucy had placed against the far door.
    Lucy lunged at her, her fist striking