Dirty Desires (Devil Kings MC #3) - Nicole James Page 0,34
to expect the papers from his attorney soon.
That fucking son-of-a-bitch! He’s been jerking me along this whole time.
I lower the letter and stare back at the house. Now I have to go inside and tell her. I have to explain about Sylvia and now this, too. As much as I hate having to clean up the mess between my parents once again, I just can’t let her find this news out in a letter. For whatever reason, she loves Growler. He’s everything to her, and I know this will absolutely destroy her.
I take a heavy breath, suddenly feeling weighed down by it all.
And on top of everything, I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to get that money for her now.
Perhaps, like Gypsy said, it’s somewhere in the house. Sylvia was certainly looking for something, and she had zeroed in on that desk. Does that mean that’s where it is, or was she just randomly searching?
I walk toward the house, deciding it’s best to just get this over with. The minute I’m through the door I hear my mother call out.
“Tess, did you take my purse?”
I walk toward her voice and find her in the family room. She’s bent over and digging through the pillows on the couch.
“No. Where was it?”
She straightens and looks around. “It was here. Right here on the couch.”
My eyes connect with hers. “Sylvia.”
“That bitch,” she hisses and stalks toward the front door, but I grab her arm and stop her.
“Wait. I’ve got something to tell you. It’s important.”
“Now? Can’t it wait? That little witch is probably running up my credit cards at this very minute.”
“Now. Sit down, Mom.” I snap and point a finger at the couch.
She’s not used to me talking to her like this, and it stuns her enough to lower to the cushion. “What is it?”
“It’s about Growler…and Sylvia.”
“What about them?”
“She was visiting him last week.”
“Bullshit.” She pulls her chin back. “She’d have to be on the visitors list. Why the hell would she be on the visitors list?”
“I saw her.”
She shakes her head violently in denial. “No. No, you must be mistaken. You must have seen someone who looked like her or maybe she was there to visit someone else.”
“The guard came to the table and told Growler he had another visitor waiting. Dad cut our visit short, so he could see that other visitor. He knew who it was. He wasn’t even surprised. When I was escorted out the hallway, Sylvia was being escorted in. It was her, Mom. I swear.”
“But that doesn’t make any sense. She never said a word. She would have told me.”
“Would she? She’s not your friend, Mom. Gypsy told me she and Growler were having an affair. Everyone in the club knew about it, apparently.”
“No.” She shakes her head again. “No, that can’t be right.”
“It’s true, Mom. And there’s more.”
Her eyes slowly lift to mine again.
I hold up the letter. “Growler sent you this. He’s divorcing you.”
“What?” She snatches it from me and reads it, then crumples it up and throws it, bursting into tears.
I squat in front of her. “Mom, please. He’s so not worth your tears.”
“I loved him. Since I was nineteen, Tess, I’ve loved that man. And this is how he treats me?”
“Mom, there’s more.”
Her brows lift as if I’m joking.
“I think he told Sylvia where the key to the safe deposit box is. I think it’s here in the house somewhere. When I walked in today, she was rifling through the old desk.”
“Are you shitting me?” She surges to her feet. “That fucking whore! I’m going to rip every strand of that harlot red hair from her head.”
I step in front of her, stopping her from storming out. “That’s the thing, Mom. If she gets that key and she bleaches her hair blonde, I think she could pass for you.”
“But she’d have to have my driver’s license…”
She trails off as she realizes her purse and wallet and driver’s license are now gone. “That fucking bitch!”
She tries to shove past me, but I hold her back.
“Mom, stop. We have to think this through. We have to be smart.”
“Smart? Smart? I’m going to put a gun to her head. How’s that for smart?”
“No, you’re not. I can’t have both my parents in prison.”
She grabs her drink glass and throws it against the wall. It shatters into a million shards, the liquor splashing down the wood paneling.
She jerks from my hold. I watch helpless as she methodically breaks everything she can get her hands