…
Jessa grabbed the bottle and took a
drink.
“ Good
girl, ” Blaine whispered and
he sat down. He took the bottle and drank. “ Now,
can we have a conversation without gambling, darts, you hitting me? ”
“ What
about the naked women? ”
“ What
about? ”
“ Do
you have any hidden here? ”
“ Only
one woman in this house right now, sweetheart. No pressure. ”
“ Trust
me, ” Jessa said. “ There ’ s none. ”
She went for the bottle again and
Blaine tugged it back. “ Wait. ”
“ What? ”
“ I ’ m sorry for what they said to
you back there. They ’ re
drunk assholes. ”
“ Like
you usually are? ”
“ Yeah. ”
“ You
think it bothers me? ” Jessa
asked.
“ I
don ’ t know. Does it? ”
“ No.
I have small tits. I ’ ve
known that since high school. ”
“ Ah,
shit, sweetheart. Don ’ t say
that. They ’ re not …” Blaine groaned and opened his
hand, letting Jessa take the bottle.
She drank, feeling heat rush to her
cheeks.
“ I ’ ll take that as a compliment, ” she said.
“ You
do that, ” Blaine said. “ Now talk to me about Vin. Where
was he? What did he do? ”
Jessa relived the night he showed
up. What he said, what he did to the cat. The fact that the security footage
went missing. The fact that he had broken into the vet ’ s office and taken a cat to destroy like he did.
“ Shit, ” Blaine said.
“ He
did it because of what he said to me. He called me kitty. The last time I saw
him. He said he would come for me. ”
“ That ’ s not going to happen. I ’ ll call in some favors and I ’ ll take care of it. ”
“ Blaine,
I don ’ t want trouble with
your club. I shouldn ’ t have
even come here. ” The three
drinks of whiskey were starting to open the gates in Jessa ’ s mind and heart. “ I ’ m
sorry I did. You shouldn ’ t
be dragged into anything. I should have called the police right away. He could
have been taken away. ”
“ No, ” Blaine said. “ You know it doesn ’ t work that way. He ’ s got guys on the take probably.
They ’ d come after you. You
did the right thing by leaving. This won ’ t
be easy, but we ’ ll make it
work. We ’ ll find a way out
of this. Together. ”
Blaine touched Jessa ’ s hand. She quickly pulled away. “ I don ’ t know how to deal with all of
this. ”
“ I
know. ”
“ No.
You don ’ t know. You ’ re some biker guy now. You fuck
women all the time. You drink. You fight. You ’ re
nothing that you once represented. ”
“ Seeing
your fiancée and stepdaughter murdered will do that to you, ” Blaine said through gritted
teeth.
“ Jesus,
Blaine. ”
“ What?
That ’ s what this entire thing
is all about, right? I got Meghan and Janey murdered. There. I fucking said it. ”
Jessa leaned back. She shook her
head. “ Don ’ t say that. ”
“ I ’ ll say it again. I was the
reason. I pushed hard at shit I shouldn ’ t
have, trying to make a name for myself. I couldn ’ t
rely on Petey anymore. Remember him? My partner? The guy who was buying for the
department to build a case but also keeping for himself. He was asleep in a
pile of cocaine the night they were murdered. I called him and got nothing. I
tried to get to Vin but couldn ’ t
find him. He was supposed to be in contact with Petey that night too. But
something went wrong and Vin lost his edge. I panicked and called you. You were
supposed to go there and get them the fuck out. ”
Jessa drank from the bottle some
more. Way too much at once. She felt like she downed half the bottle, and maybe
she did. She didn ’ t check
because she slowly stood and held the bottle by its skinny neck.
“ You
called me, ” Jessa
whispered. “ I was doing my
own thing that night. ”
“ Yeah?
What ’ s that? Figuring out
how to loosen up your tight ass? ”
“ You
prick. ”
“ That ’ s right. ”
“ I
never asked to get involved with your job and life. You were always crooked,
Blaine. I saw you making
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