Page 47 of Hate So Deep
“Yeah. He didn’t know much though,” I mutter.
“Hm,” she hums, and I eye her sideways.
“What?”
“Nothing. It’s just that he was all over you that night.”
“Yeah, before we went to that Gage guys place,” I say, waving my hand.
“That’s the thing, Lala. He was there. Stormed in after you went in the back.”
“Are you sure?”
Throwing out her hand, she says, “I mean, I wasn’t watching people come and go, you know. Besides, I was with Darius.”
Darius?
“Who’s Darius?” I ask and she waves her hand.
“Hot guy. Tall…yummy blonde dreadlocks.”
Okay, so not relevant but damn Caro sure likes to play.
Dirk didn’t mention any of this but why would he?
Although it’s probably nothing and I’m barking up the wrong tree, I need answers and Dirk is fresh out.
“Caro?” I say and she raises a brow. “I think I need to talk to this Gage guy.”
“Let’s go.”
“Didn’t Evans already tell you?”
Caro glances at me sideways while I grit my teeth because as it turns out, Gage is an asshole.
A slick-backed-hair, polo-shirt-wearing, asshole.
If I did anything anywhere near this man’s lap, well, a shower is in order when I get home.
This house reeks of weed and bad choices and I wonder where his parents are when I ask, “What do you mean? Why would Dirk tell me anything?”
He licks his upper lip before his eyes drop to my tits, covered in a sweater by the way and he says, “Cuz, he was here, sweet cheeks.”
Okay, but what truly happened? Where was I while all of this was going on?
Rocking back on my heels, I ask, “What did he do?”
“Baby, you wanna know what he did, maybe you should ask your man, yeah?”
Now he’s, my man?
What the fuck is going on?
“Look,” I say. “Dirk isn’t here. I am. If you don’t want the police all up your ass, then I need to know some shit.”
“The po-po,” he says, his lazy grin fading before he finally sits forward from his stupid ass lean on the couch. “I ain’t got time for that shit.”
“Mom’s gonna shit a brick, bro,” a younger version of Gage says, and I mentally roll my eyes.
