Page 57 of Dark Obsession
"All grown men take drugs, baby. Don't be naive."
"Not Darek." She pulled away and took a few steps back. "He didn't kill himself. Period."
I lifted my hands, knowing I was going to lose the fight, but there was no way in hell I was letting her go near Ashley. She wouldn't survive it. Period.
"What was the drug?" I had to know if she knew.
She shrugged and glanced down toward her feet. "My father and I spoke just before I came up here. His call is what woke me up."
"And?"
She glanced up as if assessing whether to trust me. "Zandra. The same drug you gave me the other night."
Her words stung me, but I deserved that shit tenfold. "We both took half a pill. It's not dangerous in small doses."
"But three of them in your system will stop your heart." She pressed her hand to my chest as her expression grew tight. "Did you know that?"
"Yes, but I would never-"
"And do you guys sell that shit here?" She glanced around.
"Yes, Jenna, but I'm trusting you by telling you that. I'm the nicest guy in this place."
"Are you threatening me?" Her voice broke a little, but she stood her ground. I was close to throwing up, but her being so brave caused my spirits to lift a little.
"Never. Not in a million years. I know you're upset, but you're pushing up against the wrong chest. I'm on your side, baby." I used her hold on my shirt to pull her close. "You're not going over there."
"Why?" She glanced up and stole my breath with her sweet face.
"Because. Your brother took a drug and OD'd. There's no reason to relive that shit."
"The bitch who married him killed him."
"And you're sure of that?"
"Yes. I just need proof."
"There is no way the girl drugged your brother. You just said he took the pills."
"She forced him to."
"You're sure of that?" I needed to back up. By the look on her face, I was saying too fucking much. I could get Ashley out of the apartment for the evening and keep her with me to ensure Jenna's safety. There was no way the pretty girl pressed to my chest would find anything.
Darek killed himself. No matter how anyone looked at it. The fucker took all three pills. Period. It was the only murder we were clear of. I should have felt like shit for being involved, but I didn't pick the bastard, didn't marry him, and I didn't drug him. I was clean on this one.
Sort of.
"Fuck you." Her expression hardened. "I need someone to believe me. To help me, and I thought it would be you." She reached up and slapped me in the face as I growled low in my chest.
"Don't hit me."
"Don't worry. I won't be within hitting distance. Thanks for the support." She turned and walked toward the door, wiping at her face from what I could tell.
"Fuck. Jenna. Wait." I walked after her, only to be stopped by one of the guys from the first level.
"Dude. We need you. Someone is freaking out on Zandra and I can't fucking find Fredrick."
"Shit. Not this mess again." I turned and jogged behind the guy, pulling out my phone and texting Ashley to get to the club. We needed to talk.
I let out a sigh of relief as I jogged down the stairs to the bottom floor and my phone dinged.
Ashley: Talk? Fuck? Fight? I need all of it.
Whatever. As long as she was headed to the club, Jenna would be safe.
