Page 115 of Hate So Deep

“Yeah, well maybe I wanted that one thing, too.”

“Not possible,” he says, taking my arm and leading me to the kitchen.

“It’s so possible,” I snort.

Shaking his head, he grabs my cup as the blonde bitch approaches with a sultry smile.

She flaps her long lashes at him when he flashes her a sexy smirk and I grind my teeth as he says, “I wasn’t talking about sex, baby girl. Get your mind out of the gutter.”

When my jaw drops, he pushes my mouth closed and says, “That little weasel wants what only chicks like you can give.”

“Which is what?” I grit through my teeth.

“Money,” he says, and I glance over my shoulder.

Tom meets my gaze with a cute smile and raises his glass.

“So, you’re saying he doesn’t want to fuck me, he wants my money?” I mumble, strangely disappointed.

“Course he wants to fuck you, he has eyes,” Dirk says. “But a guy like that won’t give you what you need.”

The words, spoken in a silky soft tone send a shiver down my spine but I refuse to take the bait.

Instead, I grab my newly refreshed drink and say before walking away, “I think I’ll take my chances.”

For the next hour, I try to speak with Tom but every time we go to move away, one of the guys pulls us back in while Dirk watches on with a stone-cold expression.

If Dirk hadn’t denied my existence all this time I’d think this was some bro thing but that’s not possible considering the circumstances.

Somewhere around midnight, Tom finally looks at his watch and says, “It’s late. I should go. Do you wanna…”

He motions to the door but before I can decline because I don’t really want to go anywhere alone with him, Dirk grunts, “She’s fine here, bro. Feel me?”

Once again, I grit my teeth as Tom glances between us with a curious light behind his eyes and says, “Uh, okay. See you around, Lala.”

The table is silent while we watch him go before Hayden claps Dirk on the back and says, “Our job here is done. Everybody out so I can fuck my woman.”

Ramie rolls her eyes but I’m ready to go home anyway but as soon as I push back from the table, Dirk barks, “Sit down.”

Although I’m super fucking annoyed by his high-handed attitude, I plop back into my chair while Colt leans forward with a frown and Dirk says, “I fucked your sister. Multiple times.”

Holy shit.

Covering my heated cheeks, I peek through my fingers as Colt asks, “When?”

When Dirk looks at me, raising a brow, I shake my head, and mumble, “It started when I was sixteen.”

Colt glances between us with a scowl before he barks, “You fucked my sixteen-year-old sister?”

“Yeah,” Dirk says, pushing back from the table. “And I don’t regret it.”

He walks away before anyone can comment and I watch him go, pushing away the little tingle of pleasure suffusing my veins.

This doesn’t mean anything, or does it…?

Chapter 43

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