บททั้งหมดของ DIRTY ANGELS: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

The old pool hall was a dive, full of lowlifes, thieves, and small time gangsters. The one place Remy had tried to escape, but her anger had brought her back, back to a place she didn’t ever want to be.Marisol, the rich bitch who thought she could walk into Dirty Angels and tell her what to do, take what was hers. She didn’t trust her around Ethan, not one bit, and if she crossed Remy again, Remy would show her who she really was.Looking around, she spotted some of the homeboys.“Hey Blaze, what's good? Have you seen Dboy around?”“Hey Remy, he'll be in after a while, heard you all fancy now? Working on the rich side of town. We ain't never see you here anymore.”“Yeah, well, I’m always working, no time to kick it.”“Still slanging that putang? I bet you’re making some good money.”“Not really, I’m trying to be a better person now, Blaze. I did what I had to do to survive, ya know.”“Well, I’m broke, but if you ever give out freebies, let me know.”“I’ll buy you a beer, that’s the o

Remy drove without music.Silence suited her mood.Spotswood Cemetery sat on the edge of town, quiet and wind brushed, the kind of place people only visited when grief outweighed avoidance. She parked near the iron gates and sat in the car for a moment, staring at her reflection in the rear view mirror.Her eyeliner was smudged.She didn’t fix it.The cemetery had become the only place she could find something that resembled comfort. Not answers, she had stopped expecting those, but closeness. The illusion of being near her mother again.It was hard talking to someone who had been dead for four years.Harder still, knowing she’d never heard everything she needed to hear.Her mother had been gone just six weeks after the diagnosis. The bad kind of cancer. The fast kind. The kind that didn’t give you time to process, let alone prepare.Remy had been seventeen.Seventeen and furious at the world.Seventeen and giving her mother hell for breathing too loudly.She stepped out of the car an

Remy pinched herself as she entered Ethans home. It was exactly how she had imagined it to be.“Give me the grand tour,” she demanded. “I wanna see what a bachelor pad looks like up close.”He laughed.“Ok, but I don’t want you to be disappointed if it’s not what you might be expecting.”“How many bedrooms?”“Only five,” he smirked before saying, “ Alexa, play Stand by your man.”The song came on instantly.“Impressive,” said Remy. “All this for just you.”“Yeah, well, I did plan on having a big family at one stage, just never happened for me. Dirty Angels is my child now.”They walked to the living room and there owning most of the space, was a picture of a woman who looked to much like Marisol to ignore.A stab of jealousy pricked Remys chest.She walked to the picture, staring at it.“Was this your wife?” she asked innocently as if she was making polite chit chat.“Yeah,” said Ethan, changing the subject. “What do you want to drink?”“Anything,” said Remy, “What are you having?”“B

A look of hurt flickered across Remy’s face, brief and unguarded, before streetwise Remy snapped back into place.“You know Marisol should be in tonight,” she said lightly, though there was a bite beneath it. “But she’s either late or not coming. Who the fuck does she think she is?”“Look,” I replied, keeping my tone even, “better for us if she doesn’t come in. I don’t want her here anyway.”Remy stilled at that, clearly not expecting it.Vince, ever the opportunist, took that as his cue to leave.“I’ll be in touch,” he said smoothly. “Business to attend to. Remy.”He gave her a wink before slipping out, leaving a faint trace of expensive cologne and unfinished promises behind him.The idea of the three of us tangled together again had been intriguing, intoxicating even, but I wasn’t about to commit to either of them. Not yet. Not when things felt like they were accelerating beyond my control.Remy was a firecracker. Beautiful, unpredictable, hungry. The kind of woman who could either

Ethan was dreaming.In the dream, Lila was alive, standing in the doorway of their old apartment with that familiar half-smile that had once made the whole world feel like it was turning in the right direction. Her hair was loose around her shoulders, and she looked exactly the way she had the night they first met, warm and vibrant, the kind of beauty that was hard to forget.He walked toward her slowly, afraid the moment would break if he moved too quickly.“Lila,” he said softly.She laughed, the sound bright and effortless, and for a moment it felt so real that his chest tightened with hope.Then the dream shifted.The light around her dimmed, the warmth draining out of the room like someone had opened a door to winter. Lila’s smile faded, and the expression on her face changed into something he had never seen before.Fear.“Ethan,” she whispered.He moved faster then, reaching for her, but every step felt heavier than the last, as though the floor beneath him had turned to mud.“H