laughing and looked at Stella. Stella knew she remembered those tweets; she’d made fun of Stella for days after the video of them dancing at the topless bar surfaced.
“His sister drugged me at that bar in Atlanta. You saw the pictures of me being dragged out. I wasn’t drunk, I was drugged. Then he drove me down to Key West and out to this house he said was ours. He broke my nose,” Stella rubbed her crooked nose, “then he fed me a load of bullshit about the ATF and what he had to do. He said he loved me and wanted me to stay with him, that we would have a new start. Then he calmly went to fucking sleep.”
Millie just sat there looking stunned.
“He went to sleep, Millie, like it was nothing. I had a gun, but it was in the car. We had gotten to the creepy house—which we had to enter via ladder and trapdoor—by boat. He had a gun, but I couldn’t find it. I was just going to kill him and be done with all this, but I couldn’t find his fucking gun.” She didn’t want to see her best friend’s face when she admitted that. She examined her nails again, thinking the dark grey color was exactly how she felt all the time. “I don’t think I could’ve done it anyway,” she conceded. “I found the keys and took the boat. I thought I’d be able to find the car he left, but I couldn’t, and ended up finding a marina with a pub. Jesse, George and Greg found me and took me to Key West.”
“This is fucking unbelievable.”
“No shit,” Stella agreed. “So, I threatened him and his family so that he would leave me alone. I honestly thought he would , but after testifying, he moved my car and threatened me.”
“That’s why you said ‘Jamie’ when your car showed up? I was wondering about that.” Millie was trying to digest all the information Stella had given her. “And Patrick knew the entire time about Jamie and didn’t tell you.”
Stella nodded.
“You never had sex?”
Stella shook her head. “No.”
Millie waved her hand and the server and signaled two more. “Porn martinis, please.”
Chapter Eleven
Don’t Go
Owen and Kate walked into Finnegan’s and George waved them over to where he was sitting and eating lunch. He took in Owen’s expertly tousled hair, his designer jeans, and his big paw holding his youngest sister’s hand. He rose as his sister moved closer and gave her a bear hug.
“Hey, little,” George whispered into Kate’s hair. He put his chin on her head and held her close. George hadn’t seen her in a while because she was going to school and too busy for her big brother. His fatherly instincts kicked in and he glared into Owen’s brown eyes. According to Kara, Kate may not have time for her family, but she was certainly making time for Owen. He knew this was normal, but it was still difficult to deal with his 20-year-old sister doing…what she was doing.
George stepped out of the hug and held his hand out. “Owen.” They shook hands and George used the strongest grip he could muster.
Owen was a friend of the family from Ireland, but that didn’t mean George was okay with him fucking his little sister. He was only in the States on a student visa while he attended Georgetown University in the Public Policy Master’s Program. Kate was going to Catholic University and majoring in Early Childhood Education.
“Will. How’s it going?” Owen greeted.
George motioned for them to sit. He was eating shepherd’s pie and it really wasn’t that good. He hadn’t been able to run to Cosi for lunch like usual, so he’d gotten something from the kitchen. No one ate at Finnegan’s unless they were drunk, which was fine with him.
“Pretty good,” he answered. “Look, I asked you here because I need someone to manage this place, at least on a part-time basis. It’s kicking my ass and I’m doing more reporting, so I need some time to write.” He directed his statement to Owen. Kara had told him that Owen was looking for a part time job.
Owen looked at Kate
“His sister drugged me at that bar in Atlanta. You saw the pictures of me being dragged out. I wasn’t drunk, I was drugged. Then he drove me down to Key West and out to this house he said was ours. He broke my nose,” Stella rubbed her crooked nose, “then he fed me a load of bullshit about the ATF and what he had to do. He said he loved me and wanted me to stay with him, that we would have a new start. Then he calmly went to fucking sleep.”
Millie just sat there looking stunned.
“He went to sleep, Millie, like it was nothing. I had a gun, but it was in the car. We had gotten to the creepy house—which we had to enter via ladder and trapdoor—by boat. He had a gun, but I couldn’t find it. I was just going to kill him and be done with all this, but I couldn’t find his fucking gun.” She didn’t want to see her best friend’s face when she admitted that. She examined her nails again, thinking the dark grey color was exactly how she felt all the time. “I don’t think I could’ve done it anyway,” she conceded. “I found the keys and took the boat. I thought I’d be able to find the car he left, but I couldn’t, and ended up finding a marina with a pub. Jesse, George and Greg found me and took me to Key West.”
“This is fucking unbelievable.”
“No shit,” Stella agreed. “So, I threatened him and his family so that he would leave me alone. I honestly thought he would , but after testifying, he moved my car and threatened me.”
“That’s why you said ‘Jamie’ when your car showed up? I was wondering about that.” Millie was trying to digest all the information Stella had given her. “And Patrick knew the entire time about Jamie and didn’t tell you.”
Stella nodded.
“You never had sex?”
Stella shook her head. “No.”
Millie waved her hand and the server and signaled two more. “Porn martinis, please.”
Chapter Eleven
Don’t Go
Owen and Kate walked into Finnegan’s and George waved them over to where he was sitting and eating lunch. He took in Owen’s expertly tousled hair, his designer jeans, and his big paw holding his youngest sister’s hand. He rose as his sister moved closer and gave her a bear hug.
“Hey, little,” George whispered into Kate’s hair. He put his chin on her head and held her close. George hadn’t seen her in a while because she was going to school and too busy for her big brother. His fatherly instincts kicked in and he glared into Owen’s brown eyes. According to Kara, Kate may not have time for her family, but she was certainly making time for Owen. He knew this was normal, but it was still difficult to deal with his 20-year-old sister doing…what she was doing.
George stepped out of the hug and held his hand out. “Owen.” They shook hands and George used the strongest grip he could muster.
Owen was a friend of the family from Ireland, but that didn’t mean George was okay with him fucking his little sister. He was only in the States on a student visa while he attended Georgetown University in the Public Policy Master’s Program. Kate was going to Catholic University and majoring in Early Childhood Education.
“Will. How’s it going?” Owen greeted.
George motioned for them to sit. He was eating shepherd’s pie and it really wasn’t that good. He hadn’t been able to run to Cosi for lunch like usual, so he’d gotten something from the kitchen. No one ate at Finnegan’s unless they were drunk, which was fine with him.
“Pretty good,” he answered. “Look, I asked you here because I need someone to manage this place, at least on a part-time basis. It’s kicking my ass and I’m doing more reporting, so I need some time to write.” He directed his statement to Owen. Kara had told him that Owen was looking for a part time job.
Owen looked at Kate
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