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He licks his lower lip, slow, like a cat watching a mouse right before he pounces. Every cell in my body tells me to get the hell out of there, but I know that would be way too suspicious.
“Anyway—” I attempt to change the subject.
“Are you screwing him?”
My face burns at the accusation, the guard’s attention now piqued.
“What? Who? No!”
“I didn’t even answer the who yet, Juliet. And here you’re already answering the question. Not too convincing.”
“Fuck off, Jags. I’m not—and even if I were, it’d be none of your damn business.”
He leans across the table, moving in close enough that I catch the faint smell of bleach from his shirt.
“You’re my sister. You’ll always be my damn business. And I don’t like that guy. Never have.”
“Good thing you’re not screwing him then, huh?”
“Ha. Ha. Ha. Real fucking funny, Jules. So you are screwing him then?”
“I didn’t say that. I told you I’m not.”
“So you backstabbed me for nothing? It would have felt better if it were over dick.”
I blow out a breath, annoyed. “You have anything else to talk about this morning, or are we done here?”
“Jules.” Jagger reaches for my hand, but the guard steps forward, tsking at him. He pulls his shackled hands back but keeps his eyes lasered on my face. “You know the Montgomerys are bad news. Stay away from the prince and we’ll all be happy.”
I hate that my brother’s telling me what to do, trying to control me from jail. But I also want him to get off my back, so I cave.
“That’s the plan, Jags.”
“We’re on the same motherfucking page then. How are Cash and Damon doing?” Jagger easily shifts the conversation to his business dealings, and I go with it, telling him what little I know of their activities. The minutes roll by, and finally time’s up.
“Great to see you, Jules.” Jagger winks at me, the guard grabbing him by the shoulder and pulling him up and out of the chair.
“Stay safe.”
“I will, don’t worry about me. I’m running this joint.”
Knowing Jagger, he probably is. After his jail stay, he’ll likely get into even more trouble, what with all his newfound connections.
“See you next time, sis. And don’t forget—I have eyes everywhere. I’ll know if you’re lying to me about the prince.”
I stand up and flick him off. “Keep your eyes on your own paper, Jags. We’ll all be happier that way.”
“Bye, little sis.” He blows me a kiss over his shoulder as he shuffles away with the guard.
Good to know Jagger’s still a problem, even behind bars. Super.
Not that anything’s going to happen between me and King anyway. I can’t risk my heart breaking all over again after I finally pieced it back together.
I just need to peacefully coexist with the man in our hometown. That’s it.
Why does that feel like a nearly impossible goal?
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