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“Whitney,” I supply.
“Damn. Maybe I should come in here more often if that is part of your clientele.”
“I’ll tell her you’re interested.”
“You do that.”
The bell dings again, and Jazz’s customer walks in. He leads them to the back, leaving Beck and me alone.
“You here for more work?”
There’s not much left of Beck’s body that isn’t covered in ink.
He shakes his head. “Nope. I came by to tell you who I ran into at Bangers the other day.”
Bangers is a bar that’s right on the edge of the north side. One more block over and you’ll be on the south. It’s a place both sides frequent. I’ve been there quite a few times myself, but it’s been a while.
“Who?” I ask, having a feeling I already know.
“Chase and Cora,” Beck answers. “Since when have that bitch and asshole become an item?”
“No clue, but she was there when I paid him a visit after he fucked with Ella.”
His lip curls in disgust. “I don’t know which one to feel sorry for the most.”
I couldn’t agree with him more.
“I don’t care who either of them fuck, as long as they do it on their side.”
A sneer curves Beck’s lips. It’s a smile I’ve seen when he’s done something malicious.
“I noticed his face was healed from when you got a hold of him, so I may have fixed that little problem. I’m sure Cora’s pissed, because it’ll be a while before Chase’ll be able to get his tiny dick up for her.” His eyes turn thoughtful. “But then again, it’s Cora, so I’m sure she’ll find some other loser to fuck around with until then.”
“Fuckin’ A, Beck.” I aggravatedly run my fingers through my hair. “You gotta watch that shit. If his dad can link it back to you, you know he’ll use everything he can to put you behind bars.”
He chuckles and sits on the leather couch, leaning back and getting comfortable. “His dad won’t be finding out. Chase doesn’t even know who fucked him up.”
I nod, confident that what Beck is saying is true. The man’s a hothead, but he’s also smart and devious as hell. There’ve been plenty of times he’s fucked someone over and covered his tracks well. If he says Spencer won’t find out, then he won’t.
“What’s this shit I hear about Theo being married?” he asks.
I glance at the clock on the wall and see I have ten minutes before my next client is due. I lean back against the counter.
“You remember the car accident I had years ago?”
He squints his eyes for a moment, then nods. “Yeah. You were out of it for a couple of days, right?”
“Yes.” I cross my arms. “Do you remember me acting different before the accident?”
“Different how?”
“Like erratic or distracted by something.”
He thinks over my question. It’s been years, so he may not remember shit.
“I don’t know, man. Maybe. I do remember you disappeared a lot around that time.”
My teeth mash together, and I close my eyes, once again trying to pull up that day. I’ve tried so many times over the last few weeks to remember, and I always come up blank. The only memories I have of Jules are of her in my dreams.
