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He just managed to catch her at the waist and then he pulledher back three feet.

She strained against his hold and yelled, “Let me go!”

“You couldn’t take me,” Carolyn taunted.

“Skin and bones and drug addled?You don’t think?”Georgiereturned.

Oh shit.

“Baby,” he whispered, wrapping his other arm around her andpulling her tighter to him as she kept fighting his hold.

“I’m not drug-addled!”Carolyn shouted.

Georgie gave up the fight but kept up the lean.

“You’re a goddamned cokehead,” she retorted.

“Georgie,” Dutch warned.

“Am not!” Carolyn shrieked.

The front door opened.

“And awhore!”Georgie yelled.

Oh fuck.

Jagger walked in, along with their Chaos brother and budRoscoe, who was undoubtedly bringing Jag to get his truck.

They both read the situation immediately, thus both wastedno time positioning.Roscoe at Carolyn’s back for possible containmentpurposes.Jagger at her side, for the same and for a better view of the action.

“I’m not a whore!”Carolyn yelled, but looking the woman’sway, Dutch saw that got in there.

“What do you call taking money for services rendered,Carolyn?”Georgie asked.

Christ.

“Ohmigod, you did not just say that to me,” Carolyn stated,looking struck.“In front of Jagger, no less.”She jabbed a finger at Jag.

“You didn’t think to keep Georgie out of it?”Dutch askedhis brother.

“I didn’t say her name, or yours.She figured it out,”Jagger replied.

Shit.

“Yeah, I figured it out, because she’s up in my shit somuch, likenow, saying whacked crap to me, it doesn’t take a brainsurgeon to jump from that, know we asked Dutch to pick her up, and she was allover 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 youtook him from me.You don’t get it, but Chanel slides make me happy, and youdon’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 andyou don’t get it,” Carolyn returned.