Page 80 of Hate So Deep
Rolling from the bed, I stumble toward the dresser, mumbling, “Because someone told me.”
“Who?” Dirk asks and I eye him as he pushes away from the wall.
He’s so beautiful that I have to look away but not before I see the storm brewing in his eyes.
What fucking now?
Ignoring his stony expression, I sneer, “Why did you tell people that I was yours if you supposedly didn’t want me?”
“Don’t kid yourself,” he snorts. “Colt may hate you but you’re still his sister. I did what I had to do because you were too fucking stupid to stay home.”
I can only stare with my jaw at my knees until he says, “Stop pouting, get your head out of your ass and stay the fuck away from those assholes.”
“Are you for real right now?” I hiss, swinging my fist in the air. “Get the fuck out of my life.”
With a smirk, he says, “Gladly.”
I will not cry in front of this asshat…I will not…Grrr.
Grabbing my pillow, I lob it at his head, but he easily catches it and drops it to the floor. I want to hurt him like he’s hurt me, but I can’t because he doesn’t fucking care.
This is when I rub my eyes and ask, “If you don’t think I’m capable of hurting my brother, why are you asking me this shit?”
“Because you’re worried,” he growls, wrenching on my arm. “By the way, I burned the fucking shirt, Lauren. You shouldn’t have been carrying it around in your purse.”
“So, you do think it’s possible,” I whisper, and he leans in until our mouths are touching.
“No, I don’t. Why the fuck would you go to Gage and ask him a bunch of questions?”
“Because,” I sneer against his lips. “I needed answers. What’s it toyou?”
He releases me so quickly that I stumble back. Turning away, I eye him as he runs his hands down his face.
“What are you not telling me?” I ask and he stiffens. “What? What is it?”
When I slap his back and he doesn’t budge, I shove him away. “Oh my god! Ididkill my brother.”
Swinging around, Dirk growls, “For the last fucking time. You didn’t kill your brother, Lauren.”
“Right,” I say, slashing my hand through the air. “You don’t know shit.”
Grabbing me up, he searches my gaze and says, “I know because I brought you home that night and you weren’t covered in fucking blood.”
“Wh-What?” I stutter.
Is he saying…
“You lied to me,” I cry, and he grimaces. “Why?”
“Because you didn’t need to know…”
“What?” I ask, searching those dark eyes.
“That I didn’t want you to fuck anyone but me,” he says before his mouth crashes to mine.
Our tongues collide in a frenzy as he turns to the bed and pushes me onto the mattress.
Although the tiny sensible part of my brain screams to end this right fucking now, instead I moan his name as he drops to his knees and shoves my night shirt up.
