The Slow Burn (Moonlight and Motor Oil #2) - Kristen Ashley Page 0,119
Margot treated me—”
Oh no.
Johnny got there before him, which was good.
“Do not say another goddamned word,” Johnny rumbled.
She read right away that was a line she couldn’t cross and clamped her mouth shut.
“Toby’s right. We got what we needed from you. It’s jacked, but at least it’s answers. So now you can go,” Johnny declared.
She looked between them.
And again.
Then she said, “I still don’t think you understand.”
“Nope. We understand perfectly,” Toby told her.
She studied his face.
Then hers turned spiteful.
And that was in her tone when she said, “I see, still Lance’s boys.”
“Yes,” Toby agreed.
“I think you can find your way to your car,” Johnny put in. “I’ll call the dogs up from the balcony. You’ll be good.”
“This was a waste of my time,” she hissed.
“You know what’s funny, you not once mentioned the abuse of your parents which ruined you for marriage and motherhood. Sierra, trust me, really, trust me,” Toby stated pointedly, “when a parent does you wrong, that settles in deep. So now we know what you took from us, we weren’t missing much. Good to have that confirmed. But you not letting us have our grandparents, tellin’ Dad they weren’t fit to be in your life or ours, were we missing something?”
“They were vile,” she spat.
“Because they refused to spoil you or because they were assholes?” Toby pushed.
“I don’t need to answer that question, and anyway, they’re dead so what does it matter now?” she returned.
“You clearly don’t know the importance of family, but we do. Though, since they’re gone, you’re right, there’s no going back. There’s also no point in making this last any longer,” Toby replied.
“I wish I hadn’t come,” she murmured, moving to the door.
“Well that’s too bad, because I found this all pretty fucking enlightening,” Johnny muttered, starting to move toward the doors to the balcony.
“You shouldn’t curse in front of a lady,” Sierra snapped at his brother.
Johnny put his hand to his chest, bowed to her and said, “My apologies.”
“Why do I think that’s sarcastic?” she asked.
Johnny dropped his hand. “Why are you still here?”
“That’s why I think it was sarcastic,” she bit.
Johnny sighed.
“Call the dogs, brother. We need to get to Margot and Dave’s. They’re all probably worried,” Toby said.
“Please do not give my regards to Margot and David,” Sierra called from the door bitchily.
Toby pinned her with his eyes. “Believe this, we’ll talk about you for five minutes and then you’ll go back to bein’ what you’ve always been. A bad memory.”
She glared at him, turned to the door and stormed out, slamming it behind her.
The dogs went crazy outside and they heard her muted screech.
“Fuck. The dogs,” Johnny muttered, then hustled to the balcony doors, opened one and let out a loud whistle.
Toby nabbed his beer and threw back a long pull.
The dogs made a ruckus rushing into the house.
A few pets and some murmured commands and they cooled it.
“The only thing that sucks about that is Dad never knew she was such a monumental bitch,” Johnny remarked.
“Yeah,” Toby agreed.
“Tobe.”
Toby looked to his brother.
“Moving on,” Johnny said.
Toby tipped his beer toward the door. “I still don’t get why she showed.”
“Maybe ’cause her husband’s divorcing her and she can’t live without attention? Or he’s pissed she made him wait twenty-six years to get married and he’s sick or fading, and she found out he’s givin’ all his money to his girls? Or maybe she does give some kind of fucked-up shit she left us behind and wanted to get to know us and instead of simply saying, ‘I made a mistake, I wanted another man who was not your dad and I kept making mistakes after,’ she screwed that whole thing by bein’ her? Who knows, Tobe? Who gives a shit? She screwed that whole thing by bein’ her. I’m not interested in a new mystery involving Sierra. It’s over. I’m just done.”
“All right, so what if somewhere down the road, Addie and Iz’s dad shows and it’s about as pleasant?”
Johnny moved to reclaim his beer, answering, “Only thing I know about that shit is, if it happens, we’re sure as fuck not gonna be hangin’ with Margot and Dave, waitin’ for them to show and share how it went down.”
“Word,” Tobe replied.
Though he hoped like fuck their father didn’t show, because Toby putting his foot down neither he nor Johnny was out of their space when their father was in it after making both of them do that when their mother showed was not gonna go over easy.