Page 29 of Jagger
Fuck!
"Nah, I didn't get a chance. Hey, Molly didn't turn up to school today." Colton yawns. "What have you done?"
"Nothing."
"Don't fucking lie. You made Lawson Veng leave town without a second glance, and he was here for her."
Colton and his contacts. He always finds everything out, one way or another, and it pisses me off.
"So?"
"Where are you?" Colton demands, and I sigh.
Colton is like a dog with a bone, and this is something he won't let go. I stare at Molly's room, imagining her eating pizza in silence. She must feel very fucking lonely right now, and I wonder why that matters to me.
"I'll come to you," I tell Colton, flicking my smoke out the window. "But keep this shit to yourself. I don't want Wolfe telling Nicole."
"Alright, man."
It starts to rain, the sky darkening with thick grey clouds as I head to Colton's place. He's always so invested in my business—too invested—but I need his help sometimes, so I have to tell him things on a need-to-know basis.
When I walk in, he's watching a movie in grey sweats, and a girl is cooking him dinner wearing nothing but an apron. I don't bother asking him what she's doing or who she is because Colton is weird.
I slump into the plush armchair and swivel to the TV, waiting for his barrage of questions.
He doesn't disappoint.
"So, what happened?"
"What do you know about Lawson?" I lean back in my chair. I'm trying to work out what movie is on the screen, but I haven't got a clue.
"It's French," Colton says, answering my unspoken question. "You won't know it."
"I didn't know you could speak French?" I turn back to him with surprise, and he shrugs.
"So? You don't know everything about me. Like I don't know much about you right now."
I turn back to the TV screen.
"He's a pimp," Colton finally says. "He's got a few clients who would rather remain anonymous, put it that way."
I nod. "He took Molly."
Colton leans forward. "Yeah? To work for him?"
Colton sounds too eager. Like he's excited. I shrug, trying to make out it's no big deal.
"Yeah. They've got history. She worked for him."
Against her fucking will.
That bastard.I'll make him pay.
"Shit," Colton responds before whistling. "That's why she gave me the best blow job I've ever had. She's a professional."
Irritation niggles at the tips of my fingers, making them twitch. I don't want to think of why she's so fucking good at what she does.
I focus on Colton.
