Page 122 of Hate So Deep
“I doubt it,” Dirk says, and I whip my head up.
“Why?”
“She drive a white Beemer?”
When I nod, he says, “Her car was in the driveway when I dropped you off. You need to ask her. I’ll take you.”
“Hm,” Colt says, eyeing him sideways before saying, “I’ll ask around about that night. See if anything else shakes loose.”
Chapter 45
NOW
Lauren
To be honest, I’m dreading any sort of conversation with my mother because she’s not going to appreciate any line of questioning regardless of whether my life is on the line.
It’s a sad fact but she doesn’t care about what happens to me. She never did unless it was to use me as a tool in her never-ending fight with my dad.
Besides, I don’t know how to face her knowing that she’s done some fucked up shit. I don’t know the extent and maybethat’s a good thing but the woman who has drilled manners and etiquette into my brain since I was old enough to walk is the ultimate hypocrite and that shit burns.
It’s quiet on the ride over and I’m lost to my thoughts until Dirk says, “Lauren?”
“Hm?”
“You’re just asking your mom to help, baby girl.”
Glancing at him sideways, I choke back a laugh and say, “Nothing is ever easy with my mom, Dirk.”
He tips his head and says, “I get it, but this isn’t some petty shit. We’re talking about your life.”
“Dirk…” Waving my hand in the air, I say, “She doesn’t care.”
“I’m sure that’s not true,” he says and this time I do laugh.
“We’re talking about the same woman, right? The one everyone hates. The reason you’ve chosen Colt and his family over me?”
Silence descends between us until he clears his throat and says, “It’s not that simple but yeah.”
It seems pretty simple to me but whatever.
Ignoring the burn in my chest, I turn back to the window because he can’t possibly understand what I’m about to walk into and pretending that whatever is or isn’t going on between us remains a fucking issue does not relieve the anxiety coursing through my system on wings of fire.
“Yes,” he says, “at the beginning, I didn’t want to betray my brother.”
I roll my eyes but don’t respond and he continues, “He’s my best fucking friend, baby girl. We’ve seen and done shit…”
Although my curiosity is peaked, I remain silent, and he sighs. “It doesn’t really matter. Back then, I was stupid. I knew better and I still did shit I shouldn’t have.”
With me? Wow.
Wherever this is going, I’m not impressed.
“I can’t say I’m sorry,” he says, and a shiver rolls down my spine. “But I’m not staying, baby girl. There’s nothing for me here and once this is done, I’m out.”
Push the knife a little deeper, asshole.
“What are you saying?” I ask.
