“You mean the one in prison?”she taunts.
“Fuck you, you conniving little bitch.”I take a step toward her.“I see right through that schoolgirl act of yours, even if Eagle doesn’t.Stay away from him.”
“Fuck you too,” she retorts.“But he’s not using.I even offered him a hit earlier.He turned me down.”
I grit my teeth.“Oh, man.If I didn’t believe in never hitting a woman…” I face her.“If youeveroffer my brother drugs again, I will make sure you pay for it.Trust me.”
I walk out of the bar, leaving Scarlett stunned.
But not for long.She’ll be back to holding court over her harem of guys before I get a few steps farther.
“Hawk!”Colt yells.
But I ignore him.
I walk around the back of the bar, and?—
“Eagle!”I yell.
He’s exchanging money with a man dressed all in black.
And he’s getting a bag of what I already know is coke.
I run toward the guy and give him a left hook to his jaw.
“What the fuck, man?”he yells as he hits the brick building.
“Get the hell out of here, or I’m going to pummel you before I call the cops and get your ass dragged to prison.”
“Fuck…” He pulls himself together, throws the cash from Eagle on the ground, and runs.
“You said you were clean,” I say.
“Yeah?”He leers at me.“And I was.You didn’t believe me.”
“Give it to me.”
He grasps the small bag of drugs.“No.”
“Eagle, please.Give it to me.”
“Fuck you.”He tears open the bag, slides some powder onto his finger, and inhales.
Right there.
Right in front of me.
“There,” he says defiantly.“Now it’s true.You thought the worst of me, and now it’s fucking true.”
* * *
Present Day…
“Hawk.”
I jar out of my memory.
“Are you okay?”Daniela asks, her voice barely above a whisper.She places her hand on my arm, her touch as comforting as always.