“It’s mine, Ma,” he said firmly, now staring her straight inthe eye.
She halted, nodded, her expression troubled.
“Maybe it should be mine too,” Jagger put in.
He looked to his brother.
Jagger got it too.
And he would go there because Jag deserved the shot to havewhatever Dutch was going to get out of this.
Except…
He looked to Georgie.
She shrugged and bit her lip.
She then nodded and said, “It’s not fair.They’re on againand it’s not right, Dutch.”
He nodded back and asked, “You or me?”
“What the fuck?”Jagger cut in.
Georgie looked to his brother.“Okay, I’m sorry.So sorry.But, well…”
She faltered.
Dutch stepped in.
“She’susin’ you, man.Carolyn.She’s got a bunch a’ guys she mooches from and it’s not life-is-tough shit.She’s got a cocaine habit.”
Jagger’s upper body swayed back.
Shit, Christ.
“Brother, I’m sorry,” he said quietly.“But it’s true.”
“I’m not a pain-in-the-ass sister, Jagger,” Georgie added.“I’ve been on her for a while to get herself cleaned up and to stop…uh, whatshe’s doing with, um…using you and the, uh…other guys.”
Fuck.
“I told you, boy,” Hound said.
“I did too, honey,” Keely put in softly.
Whoa.
He had no idea his parents had figured shit out aboutCarolyn.
Dutch looked to Jag.
Jag was staring at Georgiana.
“The other guys?”he asked.
She jolted again and then asked back carefully, “You didn’tknow?”
“I knew, but she takes money from them?”
