Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 74501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Shit.
“Yeah, I figured it out, because she’s up in my shit so much, like now, saying whacked crap to me, it doesn’t take a brain surgeon to jump from that, know we asked Dutch to pick her up, and she was all over running her mouth to him like she does to me,” Carolyn supplied.
“It had to end, Carolyn,” Georgie pointed out.
“You can’t see me happy. You could never see me happy,” Carolyn accused.
“What are you talking about?” Georgie’s tone was confused.
Carolyn pointed at Jag again. “He makes me happy and you took him from me. You don’t get it, but Chanel slides make me happy, and you don’t want me to have them.”
“It’s not about the Chanel, Carolyn, and you know it,” Georgie retorted.
“Bullshit, I’m just not into the same things you’re into and you don’t get it,” Carolyn returned.
“Girl, if I could afford Chanel, I’d be all over it. I just can’t…so I don’t,” Georgie shot back, and Dutch took note of what she said.
He’d heard of Chanel, had no clue otherwise, but his woman, like everyone else, had birthdays, and Christmas was not far away, so he’d talk to Lanie, or Elvira, and figure it out.
Carolyn changed tactics and said pathetically, “You took him away from me.”
“You do coke?” Jagger asked unemotionally.
Carolyn took a step his way. “Jag, sweetie.”
He took a step back and she halted.
“Do you snort coke, Carolyn?” he pressed.
“Just a bump every now and then. I work a lot, Jagger. You know that. A girl’s gotta do what she’s gotta do to keep going.”
“When we were beginning, you pulled out a vial, and we had this conversation,” Jagger reminded her.
Carolyn’s jaw moved as she clenched her teeth.
They’d had that conversation.
“I told you dope was a dealbreaker,” he went on.
“You smoke pot,” she accused.
“Pot is not coke,” he stated.
“It’s a drug,” she said.
“It’s rare I do it, like, how many times have you seen me high?”
She didn’t answer.
“Yeah,” Jag said. “Maybe what? Three? Four? And I’ve known you that many years?”
“Jagger—”
“And to get my buzz, I don’t suck anyone’s cock,” Jag went on.
“Oh boy,” Georgie whispered the same time Dutch muttered, “Jesus,” and this was the first time Roscoe verbally entered the scenario and he did that with a grunt.
“That’s a whore, Carolyn.” Jag was relentless. “Like it or not, you made me a goddamn john to get your fuckin’ fix and you into dope was already a dealbreaker, and you knew it. You puttin’ me in that position, we are dead. Like we didn’t exist. And you know that too. So don’t pile shit on Georgiana she doesn’t deserve. And really do not take your fucked-up mess into my brother’s home and spread it around. This is not gonna win me back. Nothin’s gonna win me back. What it’s gonna do, instead of bein’ dead to me, you’re not dead. But I’m gonna hate you, which I do at this moment. Can’t stand the fuckin’ sight of you. And that’s on you too.”
“Jagger,” Carolyn breathed, horrified, hurt, even destroyed.
But Jagger just sounded over it when he sighed, “Get out, Carolyn.”
Carolyn didn’t move for what seemed like years before she slowly turned to Georgie and declared, “You’re dead to me too.”
Georgie’s body jolted and Dutch tightened his arms around her to hold her close.
Jagger got her attention back when he shared, “And my hatred just grew. ’Cause you’re blaming your sister, who loves you, worries about you, has tried to do right by you, and you’re all right to stand there and gut her. Fuck off, Carolyn. Honest to Christ, it might take Dutch and me a little while, but I bet it won’t take us long to talk Georgie around to understanding she’s better off without you.”
All right.
Time to end this.
“Brother,” Dutch called.
Jag looked at him. “Am I wrong?” He then looked to Georgie. “Am I wrong, sweetheart? You got family now, the good kind that doesn’t spit on you. You get that? Yeah?”
“Can this just be done?” Georgie asked in a small voice.
Yup.
This needed to be done.
Dutch gave Jag a look he could not misinterpret.
In turn, Jagger looked to Carolyn and raised his brows.
“I think I loved you,” she said.
“I know I don’t care,” he replied.
Fucking hell.
“Jag,” Dutch bit out.
Jagger nodded, went to the door, opened it and held it that way.
Carolyn looked to him, to Georgie, her face started collapsing, then she ran out.
Jagger shut the door after her.
Georgiana turned in his arms and started burrowing.
Then her body hitched when she stated crying.
He held her closer.
“Mwrr?” Murtagh asked from their feet.
“No, boy, she’s not okay,” Dutch answered.
Georgie hiccupped with a sob.
Murtagh collapsed on his side at Georgie’s ankle.
“When’d Dutch get a cat?” Roscoe asked.
“It’s Georgie’s,” Jagger told him.
“Right,” Roscoe muttered.
“You guys need food?” Jagger called.
“Gather the men for a meet,” Dutch ordered. “I want to talk to them about what we can do about Carlyle’s dad.”