Spark of Hope (MacKenny Brothers #3) - Kathleen Kelly Page 0,28

money we made from selling them gets taken by her junkie friends. What fucking choice did I have?”

I face him as I hold the paper to my lip. “Not to fucking buy the drugs in the first place.”

“Yeah, well, if I knew what Yvette was going to do, I wouldn’t have.”

I shake my head and stare back in the mirror. Jesus, I look a sight. They made me dye my hair. Now it looks alien to me, and it’s the one thing I loved about myself, my great hair. People describe my features as being hard, but that’s probably because I normally have a permanent resting bitch face. Kyle never described me like that, he took to me the moment we met. Sure, he tells me I’ve got bigger balls than most of his men, but he was always gentle with me, and after a lifetime of hurt, you appreciate being shown some kindness. For an MC president, he was nothing like I expected.

The moment we had sex—I was his.

I wasn’t a share-around.

Kyle.

Will he still want me after all of this, or am I too much trouble?

“What’s got your face all twisted up in a frown?” asks Tommy.

“What the fuck do you think? You morons have screwed the pooch from the word go.”

Tommy nods and stares out the door back to where Garry is standing. “Keep away from your brother. You know he’s got a nasty streak.”

“The MC doesn’t have that kind of money lying around. They keep most of their business on the up and up.” I turn back to Tommy. “Run, Tommy, leave Garry and me behind and run. You might still make it out of this alive.”

“Can’t run. Jesus, Lola, the cartel will hunt me down. And where would I go?”

Tommy is that guy who’s always chasing the easy money. He’s been around my family for years. Not wanting to work hard, he’s always searching for the shortcut. First, it was multi-level marketing, then drop shipping, then affiliate marketing, and now, I guess, drug running. He could have succeeded at any of his dreams, but Tommy never worked at them long or hard enough.

But drugs? That’s a new low for him.

He’s been around us long enough to know that drugs poison everything. Mom used to describe herself as a functioning addict. Like that made everything okay. Except she wasn’t. At her worst, she spent or sold everything she had, including herself, to shoot it up her arm. I’ve taken care of her so many times, and I’ve lost count of the number of instances she’s told me she wanted to get clean. Every single time I’ve been there, hoping that this is the one where it’ll stick, but it never has.

Tommy grabs me by my upper arm and walks me back out of the bathroom. Garry is pretending to box, throwing punches and dancing around.

Yeah, he’s a big man, hitting a woman.

If I get the chance, I’m going to pay him back ten-fold for touching me.

“Stop looking at him like that,” hisses Tommy.

“I’m going to fucking kill him,” I whisper.

Tommy stops and roughly turns me to face him. “Stop it, Lo! You know how he is. Don’t give him a reason to hurt you again.”

Tommy has always had a soft spot for me. I never thought he’d stoop so low as to throw in with Garry like this. Garry is grinning like an idiot, jumping around, throwing punches. The fucker is high.

“You know he’s using, yeah?”

Tommy scowls and glares at Garry. Roughly, he releases me and strides toward him. Grabbing Garry by the arm, he turns him around and seizing his face between two hands and stares into his eyes. “Where’d you get it?”

“Get what?” asks Garry as he tries to push him away.

Tommy pushes him back and puts his hands behind his head. “Where did you get it?” yells Tommy.

“I don’t know what the fuck you’re on about.”

“You’re high, man. You’ve had a fix. Now, tell me… where. You. Got. It.”

Garry shakes his head, and I begin to laugh.

Both spin around and stare at me.

“What?” demands Tommy.

“Who told you the drugs were gone?” I ask, hoping to drive a wedge between them.

Tommy snarls and grabs Garry by the shirt, then walks him backward. “Have you got them?”

Garry swats at his hands as he tries to get free. “You’re listening to her? Come on, man, we’re in this together.”

“Tell me!” yells Tommy.

Edging back toward the door, I hope that neither of them will notice me, but I