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What else did Sebastian say to me?
“You’re the only chick, hell, the only person he ever listened to. The only one who ever got through to him.”
Why would he say that to me? What would he have to gain from it? He’d already berated Jarett, told me about the promise, told me to tell him not to bother protecting him…
Why would Sebastian think I should be the one to tell Jarett that?
What am I missing?
Chapter Twenty
Jarett
Sebastian is home when I come back from my new job on Monday evening. He’s sprawled on the couch and has obviously found my hidden stash of booze because a collection of empty bottles decorates the coffee table.
Shit. That motherfucker.
“Look what the cat dragged in,” he slurs, and I wince, because it reminds me of Mom—of Mrs. Lowe and how she’s losing her power of speech.
Whereas her son chooses to destroy his brain on his own.
“Fuck you,” I say without heat, too tired to pick a fight, and head straight to my bedroom.
I start undressing, pulling the sweat-soaked clothes off me. Bartending is hard, but working in a fast-food corner store? Ten times worse. All I want is to take a hot shower and hit the sack.
“You don’t walk away,” Sebastian says from my doorway, making me jump, “when I’m talking to you, asshole.”
“What the hell do you want?”
“Where were you?” He has
a suspicious glint in his eyes.
“Work.”
“Load of bull. You start work much later.”
“It’s a new job. I got fired from the other one. Missed too many fucking shifts.”
“Blame it all on the gang, huh?” He makes a face that I guess is supposed to look sad but looks like a sick clown. “Poor old Fen.”
“Goddammit, Seb, fuck you,” I say again, and this time I mean it. I shove at him to go out the bedroom door. “Get out of the way. I need a shower.”
The punch catches me in the kidneys, and I double over. The next one slams into my jaw, and I go down in a heap.
Goddamn. What a fucked-up evening.
“What. Do you. Want?” I see his boots approaching my face, and I flinch away, expecting him to kick me.
But he just stares down at me. “I talked to your girl.”
Ice runs through my veins. “What? What girl?”
“The one you always stuck to like a disease. Gigi.”
“You talked to her?” I sit up, seeing red. “What the hell, Seb? What did you do?”
“Relax. We just talked. Honestly, man, I don’t get what you see in her. Anyway, I told her what an idiot you are. That I don’t need you.”
