“Everyone needs to cool off,” Chloe said as I climbed to my feet. “Is that…”
“A cap for a flash drive? “I get it,” she said softly, never breaking eye contact as she pulled my cock out of my pants. “Brother, I know more about you than your own mom. I noticed it while you two were arguing,” Chloe said. She chewed on the inside of her cheek while her bottom lip trembled, and there were unshed tears in her dark eyes. The lines of coke were gone—remnants were scattered across the glass surface, and Baldy was passed out on the same couch I’d found him on. “Erin, you’re the reason.”
“What?” she asked. “Just dizzy.”
“Wouldn’t be surprised if you have a concussion,” Chloe said, finally lowering the gun. She’d been busy, and if I had to guess, Bobbi was passed out in a room somewhere after being put through her paces. She sat on the bed, staring at her hands as tears dropped onto the rug.
