"Holy shit. You're a detective too?" I asked.
"Sage," she greeted, stepping in front of Jase, who was pacing back and forth.
"Brooke," I smiled tightly.
"Don't call her Sage! Her name is Charlie," Jase snapped.
Brooke's movements froze and her eyes went wide. "This is Charlie? I thought Charlie was a guy." She laughed thickly. "Nice reunion. Oh, Delaney. This just gets better and better."
What the Hell was she going on about? I narrowed my eyes at her.
"She's not much to look at, Delaney, I guess your tastes changed," she sneered.
I could see that she was jealous. I couldn't even look at him. Here I was thinking I was brought into a police station for sleeping with an idiot, but he gets to sleep with her?
"You sound jealous," I smiled.
"Well, he's been over you for a while," she smirked.
"Let me guess, he'syourboyfriend now?" I said, yawning.
"Don't fucking talk to her about me, Brooke," he rumbled low, eyes blazing into me.
"We've been together," she smiled, puffing out her tits.
I leaned back in my chair. "Nice, so you let him stick his dick in you? Congratulations, you must be special. A guy sticking his dick in a girl; must be love." I shook my head and looked up toward Carter. "You seem to be the only person here without a personal agenda in this, so please enlighten me as to why I was brought here."
"Did you know Bren was selling drugs from the shop?" Carter asked.
"No. No, nonono," I said, quickly shaking my head. "Detective, no, he wouldn't. He couldn't; that shop is all I have.”
"He's going to kill you," Jase whispered.
"What?"
"Your little drug-dealing boyfriend? We've been doing surveillance on his drug operation for almost six months. Oh, and he was hiring me to kill you and whoever you're fucking behind his back," Jase spat.
I was floored. I knew Bren had been doing cocaine. That's why I broke up with him, but dealing drugs? I had no idea. I nodded my head and took a deep breath. "I can take care of myself, Jase. Thanks anyway."
"Who is the poor sap you're giving it to?" He slid a white pad topped with a pen across the table and pointed to it. "Write down his name, so we can send a patrol car to where he lives."
I looked at Brooke, her eyes intently watching Jase as he watched me. I completely understood her desire for him. I’d never wanted to be in anybody else's shoes like I did at that moment. I looked back down at the pad and shook my head again. "I don't know who he could be talking about." I folded my arms and laid my head down on the table.
"You're a liar. What did he say tonight? What did he say?" Jase was pacing back and forth in front of the table once more. I fought closing my eyes and watched his strides. "Oh, right. He said you were either going to go home and read or meet up with your secret prince charming friend, so—"
"He'stalkingabout you,Detective." I enunciated every word clearly and curtly.
Jase stopped pacing. The room stilled–quieted for a few heartbeats. Everyone was watching me. "Pardon me?"
"He sees when I text you."
Another chair gets thrown across the interview room, and suddenly another cop dressed in a crisp white shirt flew into the room and dragged Jase out of there, still screaming at me. "You were mine, always, Charlie. Since I was nine years old, you had me, had me right in the palm of your hand.I never got over us! How the fuck could you hurt me like this!"
"I'm so sorry," I whispered as soon as he got out the door.
Brooke bent down and picked up one of the chairs and dragged it across the table from me. Her eyes looked tired as she slumped heavily into it. "Never saw him like that before." She sighed and rubbed at her eyes. "So you're the one, huh? The Charlie that's tattooed over his heart? Did youeverlove him?"
He has my name tattooed over his heart?
