“Yes.”
“All of them?”
“All of you.”
Jagger’s tone was not right when he asked, “Cocaine?’
Shit, this sucked worse than he already knew it would.
“It was recreational at first, and I was still concerned,”Georgie said.“But I don’t think it is anymore.She used to not hide it.Shehides it now.And she sometimes sells handbags, or shoes, when she’s in betweenguys, I suspect so she can keep supplied.”
“So the money I’ve beengivin’ herisgoin’ up her nose?”Jagger asked.“Not to pay herrent?”
Dutch let Georgie go because he could tell by the line ofJag’s body and the deterioration of his tone that shit was going south.
Hound also adjusted his position.
Keely went to Georgie.
“Son,” Hound said low.
“Don’t, Hound,” Jagger warned.
“Let’s take this outside, brother,” Dutch suggested.
Too late.
Jag’s body tightened tight.
“Goddamnedfuckin’ cunt!”Jag shouted.
Then he twisted, reached an arm long, and pointed his fingerat Georgiana, and Dutch braced to intervene.
He did it with difficulty, because he would lose it if hisbrother was a dick to Georgie, and he did not want that between him and Jag,nor have that dragging on what he wanted to build with Georgiana.
But this was Jag.
He should have known better.
“Sorry,” Jagger forced out.“Sorry you heard that.But she’sa goddamnedcunt.”
Dutch relaxed.
Hound relaxed.
Keely stayed close to Georgie.
“I should have said something earlier,” Georgie noted, andshe sounded miserable.
“Can’t rat out your own sister,” Jagger replied.
“I tried to stop her,” Georgie told him.
“Babe, this isn’t on you.This is on your user, loser,junkie bitch of a sister,” Jagger stated.
“I should have—”
“Stop it,” Jag hissed.“This is the goddamned damage ofassholes like Carolyn.She makes me feel like a chump, I gave her money.Shemakes you feel like shit, you didn’t shield people from her bullshit.And it’sallon her.So fuckin’ shut up about it.”
