“Tomorrow,” he said gently, “you report this to her man and walk away.”
I sat back with a jerk, pulling my hands out of my hair and twisting to him.
“We have to do something,” I snapped.
“We don’t gotta do shit,” he returned, his words harsh but his tone still gentle.
“Darius—”
He leaned into me and hooked his hand behind my head, pulling me close.
“This guy works at an electronic store and is payin’ you by givin’ you a discount on a new flat screen TV. You do not wade into a mess like that for twenty-five percent off a flat screen TV, Ally.”
“That’s a good discount,” I shot back.
His lips curved up, but the humor didn’t reach his eyes. “You give him what he asked for and let him deal.”
“His woman is turning tricks to pay off her brother’s drug debt,” I told him something he already knew since he was the one who found the informant and he stood right by me when we both learned what had befallen Garden Girl.
“That is not your problem.”
“Someone has to tell her it’s not hers.”
“That’d be her man’s job.”
“You think her man’s gonna stick by her side, knowing she’s giving fifty dollar blowjobs?” I asked.
Darius said nothing.
That meant no.
I kept going. “Someone has to kick her brother’s ass straight into rehab”
“That’d be her job.”
“Darius—”
His hand on my head tightened. “Ally, I know his dealer. I already told you, he’s taken two digits, and he’s threatening next up is this guy’s dick. And this dealer will do that. He won’t blink. And he’ll keep sellin’ to him ‘cause he doesn’t give that first fuck this guy’s breakin’ into cars to steal stereos to feed his habit or that his sister is spreadin’ her legs to keep him trippin’. She should have never swung that deal. That’s on her. Her man’s worried about it. You found his problem; it’s on him to solve it. You give him what he needs and walk away.”
He waited for that to penetrate, and when I just sat there grinding my teeth, he kept going.
“And his dealer is all over havin’ her sweet pussy out there bringin’ in coin. You take that away, I take that away, we insert ourselves into a situation that is not ours to deal with, and we make a dangerous guy unhappy. That is not our mission. Our mission was to find out why that bitch was bein’ hinky. We found out. You report it. We’re done.
“This is fucked up,” I hissed.
“Learn now,” Darius returned. “You keep doin’ this shit, you’ll see a lot that’s fucked up. Then you’ll learn a whole new definition of fucked up, and that definition will keep changing. What you always gotta remember is that it’s not your fuck up. It’s someone else’s. You never take that shit on. You do the job and walk away.”
I clenched my teeth and slid my eyes away.
Then I looked back and asked, “Why would she do that for her brother?”
“What would you do, body parts from Lee or Hank came to you through the mail?”
I again clenched my teeth and slid my eyes away.
This was my answer, but Darius already knew it.
I’d do anything.
“There is nothing stronger and there is nothing that’ll get you as fucked up as love,” Darius finished sagely, and I looked back at him.
There was a wisdom borne of experience behind that and I wanted to know what it was.
But, again, that was his to share.
The Rock Chicks, hell, anything (and this evening’s activities proved it), I’d stick my nose in and not give up until I had it all.
Darius… I loved him enough not to go there until (hopefully) he gave it to me.
“You gonna be able to walk away?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I answered.
He studied me before pressing, “Is that yeah firm?”
He so totally knew me.
My eyes moved to the side for a second before going back to him.
