The Love Triangle (BWWM Romance) by Violet Jackson, Interracial Love Page B
Authors: Violet Jackson, Interracial Love
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scary bald look and grow it out. I knew better than to comment.
“I’m glad you’re in town,” I said. He nodded at me, and slid a manila folder over the table. I opened the top and peeked inside. Packets of white powder filled it up. I closed it again and put it on the seat next to me, and slid a similar envelope to him. There was money in it. He didn’t count it.
It wasn’t an issue of trust. We both knew what would happen to me if the amount wasn’t right.
“I’m going to be in town again in October,” Kyle said.
“Look me up,” I said. That was it. He stood up with his file and left the booth. The waitress waited until he left before she brought me my whiskey. I smiled at her.
“Just in time, my darling,” I said. “Just in time.”
“We heard about the accident,” she said. I looked at her. I felt suddenly cold. A hollow feeling opened in my stomach. “How is she doing? I can’t believe in a place as small as Fort Atkinson you can still get into such a horrible car wreck.”
I breathed in slowly, and back out again, reassembling myself.
“As long as we have cars we can have accidents,” I said. She nodded sadly and left me to it. A shudder rolled over my body. I had to relax. No one knew. I couldn’t keep freezing up when people asked about Grace. They knew her well, they knew what had happened – Fort Atkinson was a small town. People talked. But that was exactly what was getting to me.
I knew it was mistake to do business with Kyle again. I hadn’t snorted anything in a while. I’d wanted to stay on the straight and narrow for Grace, especially now that she was living with me. At least, if she still wanted that.
I balled my fist. I didn’t know what she wanted. I’d won her just to lose her again.
I slammed my fist down on the table and the tumbler jumped. A dull ache throbbed into my hand where I’d hit it. This damn temper was going to get the better of me at some point. I took another sip of whiskey, chasing it with another one.
If I kept it up, I would spend the night at the Inn. Another night away from home. I left the empty tumbler on the table and got up from the private booth, walking to the bar. The barman was pouring a row of shots. He nodded at me. He would be over in a second. I’d ask him for the bottle. I glanced over my shoulder. It was finally dark outside. Perfect to match my mood.
My phone vibrated in my pocket and I took it out. It was Grace’s number.
“Are you okay, sweetheart?” I asked.
“No,” she said and she was crying. Fear gripped my heart. If something happened to her after I thought she was okay, she’d survived me… “I can’t do this. I wanted to be alone but you were right. I shouldn’t have come here.” She hiccupped between sobs like she’d been crying for a while. “Can you come get me? Us, Claudia as well?”
“I’ll be right there, sweetheart,” I said. The barman was waiting for me, both hands on the bar.
“Don’t worry about it,” I said and left the bar. I drove the short distance to the hotel. I shoved the manila envelope into the glove compartment before I got out of the car. When I got to the room, the door was open and Claudia had her suitcase packed and ready at the door. I walked into the room and Grace came to me. Her eyes were swollen like she’d rubbed them a lot, and her hands were shaking.
“What happened?” I asked.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” she said, and she came to stand right in front of me.
“Do you want me to take you back to the hospital?” I asked. I was worried about her injury. But she shook her head.
“Just take me to your place. I just want to get out of here.”
I nodded without saying another word. I picked up Grace’s suitcase. Claudia picked up her own. She made sure Grace was settled in the car while I checked them out. I left the hotel with a tip for the trouble.
When I
“I’m glad you’re in town,” I said. He nodded at me, and slid a manila folder over the table. I opened the top and peeked inside. Packets of white powder filled it up. I closed it again and put it on the seat next to me, and slid a similar envelope to him. There was money in it. He didn’t count it.
It wasn’t an issue of trust. We both knew what would happen to me if the amount wasn’t right.
“I’m going to be in town again in October,” Kyle said.
“Look me up,” I said. That was it. He stood up with his file and left the booth. The waitress waited until he left before she brought me my whiskey. I smiled at her.
“Just in time, my darling,” I said. “Just in time.”
“We heard about the accident,” she said. I looked at her. I felt suddenly cold. A hollow feeling opened in my stomach. “How is she doing? I can’t believe in a place as small as Fort Atkinson you can still get into such a horrible car wreck.”
I breathed in slowly, and back out again, reassembling myself.
“As long as we have cars we can have accidents,” I said. She nodded sadly and left me to it. A shudder rolled over my body. I had to relax. No one knew. I couldn’t keep freezing up when people asked about Grace. They knew her well, they knew what had happened – Fort Atkinson was a small town. People talked. But that was exactly what was getting to me.
I knew it was mistake to do business with Kyle again. I hadn’t snorted anything in a while. I’d wanted to stay on the straight and narrow for Grace, especially now that she was living with me. At least, if she still wanted that.
I balled my fist. I didn’t know what she wanted. I’d won her just to lose her again.
I slammed my fist down on the table and the tumbler jumped. A dull ache throbbed into my hand where I’d hit it. This damn temper was going to get the better of me at some point. I took another sip of whiskey, chasing it with another one.
If I kept it up, I would spend the night at the Inn. Another night away from home. I left the empty tumbler on the table and got up from the private booth, walking to the bar. The barman was pouring a row of shots. He nodded at me. He would be over in a second. I’d ask him for the bottle. I glanced over my shoulder. It was finally dark outside. Perfect to match my mood.
My phone vibrated in my pocket and I took it out. It was Grace’s number.
“Are you okay, sweetheart?” I asked.
“No,” she said and she was crying. Fear gripped my heart. If something happened to her after I thought she was okay, she’d survived me… “I can’t do this. I wanted to be alone but you were right. I shouldn’t have come here.” She hiccupped between sobs like she’d been crying for a while. “Can you come get me? Us, Claudia as well?”
“I’ll be right there, sweetheart,” I said. The barman was waiting for me, both hands on the bar.
“Don’t worry about it,” I said and left the bar. I drove the short distance to the hotel. I shoved the manila envelope into the glove compartment before I got out of the car. When I got to the room, the door was open and Claudia had her suitcase packed and ready at the door. I walked into the room and Grace came to me. Her eyes were swollen like she’d rubbed them a lot, and her hands were shaking.
“What happened?” I asked.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” she said, and she came to stand right in front of me.
“Do you want me to take you back to the hospital?” I asked. I was worried about her injury. But she shook her head.
“Just take me to your place. I just want to get out of here.”
I nodded without saying another word. I picked up Grace’s suitcase. Claudia picked up her own. She made sure Grace was settled in the car while I checked them out. I left the hotel with a tip for the trouble.
When I
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