Page 62 of Sugar and Skulls

The bitch was so messed up she spilled everything. She rambled on about Jesse and how sometimes she isn’t Jesse.

I don’t have to spell this out for you do I?

As soon as we put two and two together we discovered Jesse is the one and only…she is the Sugar that supplies all of Trap County with meth.

Not much surprises me but I’ll be honest, this shocked even me.

Bill blew his fucking lid.

You know I’m sure there is a good explanation for all of this. He can’t see that right now.

I can.

So, here we are.

Jesse was coming with me either way but having his blessing makes this much easier. For me anyway. Not so much for her.

Jesse is starting to stir, so I sent Raffe out for a walk. It’s best she learns what she is in store for from me. I’m in charge here and she needs to know that.

She rolls onto her back and stretches leisurely. Her raven hair spreads over the pillow, a sharp contrast to the white of the sheets. Jesse’s mind must be catching up, she stills and then bolts upright. Her eyes snag on mine.

“You,” she growls low from the back of her throat. Her eyes narrow as she pictures all the ways she wants to be mean to me.

I don’t say anything. Keeping my eyes leveled on her, I don’t allow her a glimpse of the fire burning in my blood. She is the sexiest damn woman I’ve ever seen. Her anger only enhances her appeal.

“How dare you fucking drug me.”

Slowly I lean forward in my chair. “Says the woman who drugs all of Trap County.”

Her anger vanishes replaced by guilt. Which gives me my first answer. She didn’t want to sell drugs in Trap. None the less she did. Yes, that is past tense. No way in hell is she getting near that shit again.

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” she says, not meeting my eyes.

I stand sending her shuffling back against the headboard. I toss the little baggies with her logo on them at her feet. She stares at them, her hand unconsciously rubbing over her face, searching for left behind makeup.

Sitting at the end of the bed I watch her closely. She sighs in defeat. Her eyes hesitantly seek mine again.

“It’s not what you think.”

“I’m not thinking anything.”

Nervously her eyes roam the room. “Where are we?”

“My cabin.”

“Which is where?”

“In the woods.”

Her eyes narrow again. “You can’t keep me here.”

When I don’t say anything, she scoots off the bed cautiously, keeping her eyes on me. She edges to the banister that overlooks the living room. She gasps as she takes in the view out the floor to ceiling windows. She spins to face me. “What the hell, Dirk?”

I get up and jog down the stairs. She follows but instead of following me into the kitchen she heads towards the front door. “There’s nothing but trees and things that would like to eat you for miles. So, unless you want to be somethings dinner I suggest you don’t go out unless you are with Raffe or myself.”

She pauses with her hand on the doorknob. Jesse glances around, assumingly looking for Raffe.

“He’s taking a walk. Don’t worry he knows what he’s doing. He’s been here before.”

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