Page 55 of The Devil's Curve


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“Tough shit, Josie,” Reese said. “You know I’m right. She needs to learn to take care of herself.”

“She doesn’t even know who the father is,” Josie said.

“Oh well.”

“She’s eighteen.”

“An adult.”

“She can’t even drink.”

“She doesn’t need to. She’s pregnant.”

“You’re going to have an answer for everything I say, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” he said with a smile.

“I fucking hate you sometimes.”

Josie broke away and walked into the kitchen. She stood at the sink, looking out the window.

Reese stood there and sipped his beer.

After giving her a few minutes, Reese walked into the kitchen. He put his beer bottle down and went right to Josie. He stopped only a few inches from her.

“It’s a mess,” he said in a low voice. “I know. You’re dealing with the club. Jefferson. The girls. The situation with Starla.”

“Where does that lead now?” Josie asked.

“Do you want to know the truth?”

“I don’t know.”

“Then I won’t tell you.”

Reese could see Josie’s reflection in the window.

“I hate this,” Josie said.

“Hate what?”

“What happened today. What happened with Starla. I lost my cool both times. I wanted to hurt Starla.”

“You should have, sweetheart. She really fucked you over. She’s lucky the MC didn’t take her out.”

“I freaked out in the doctor’s office at Steph.”

“She deserved it too.”

“Not like I did. I just…”

“Hey,” Reese said. He touched her waist. “Look at me, Josie.”

She turned around. “What?”

“You need to let go sometimes. Forget about things. Cut yourself some slack. You let that shit build up and it just explodes.”

“You say that, Reese, but you being here doesn’t help me.”

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