Know Me (Truthful Lies Trilogy - Book One) Read Online Free PDF

guys!”
    “ What happened to them?”
    “ Uncle trouble.”
    “Cops?”
    “ Yeah, we were expecting a raid any time
tonight because of it. But it seems they kept their mouths shut.
Seems one of them was so high he lit up a blunt right next to a
Johnny Law! Maybe was for the best. I’m all for a little Molly and
weed when doing a mix, but you can’t take that shit too far. You’re
working and providing a service for money at the end of the
day.”
    “ I hear you.”
    “ Hey, a bunch of us are gonna mow some
grass at a Chillout party at my loft after this. Wanna
come?” Mow
some grass...
    “ Nah, I’m cool. Trev is up here from Penn
for a few days, so I’ll be kickin it with him for a
bit.”
    “ Trev’s in town? Shit! Where is that damned
QB?” Randy’s really taken to football—despite his comments to not
knowing anything about it. That and strip clubs. Real All-American
boy now.
    “ Uh, he’s outside. Probably chatting up the
seventh chick for the night. But I’ll tell him you say hi. I think
he grabbed a few House Market shirts from the merch table on the way out as
well.”
    “ Awesome. It pays the bills. These parties
don’t pay for themselves, you know. Although the record label
sales do pick up after
the shows anyway. Word of mouth. So maybe they do pay for
themselves at the end of the day.”
    “ Good to hear. Good to hear. Hey”—I point
to the DJ—“I’m just gonna tell her what a kickin set she
played.”
    Mr. Curls scowls at me. What is he, her freaking big brother? I
ignore him.
    Randy says, “You know she did her entire
set without so much as even a sip of Absolut to soothe the nerves? The girl is a musical
goddess, I tell you.”
    I don’t comment.
    Xavier Curls is still eying me. In my imagination, I give him
the finger.
    When I get to Heaven-Leigh , her head’s down on her arm, which is on her
knee. And it looks like she’s sleeping.
    Fuck! For a very brief moment, I consider waking her.
But that would be pushing it too far.
    I turn away.
    Back at the DJ box, I say to Randy, “She’s asleep. Would you
tell her I thought her stuff was kickin when she wakes
up?”
    “ Declan, Xavier was just telling me here
that she needs a ride home. She’s over on Bogart. By the Morgan
station. Xavier would do it, but he’s too loaded to get behind a
wheel.”
    Xavier —who is now a little unsteady on his feet—says, “I’m fine.
And how can we trust”—he waves a floppy hand at me—“this random guy!?”
    “ Xavier, Declan is no Random Guy . And me and him go way back. Heck, he’s
also probably moved half the people who came to this party in and
out of their apartments when their leases were up—or when they got
evicted. How’s business, by the way, Deck-man?”
    “ Good, very good. Got a new truck today.
Ford F one-fifty—” I remember that Randy’s not much into cars, so I
shut up.
    “ See? And he’s successful. Not like half
these airheads around here complainin about rent and then thinking
the world owes them something because they’re ‘ artistes .’ You see all those muscles?” He points
at me. “Football and furniture removals. Both of them from hard
work. And he’s trustworthy. More trustworthy than me, I tell you.
If I were your ages and I had that candy in my car”—he points at Heaven-Leigh —“I’d be much less of a gentleman than I’m sure
Deck here will be.”
    I swallow. Because it’s true that I
wouldn’t take advantage of her. But it’s also true that I find her
so damned appealing that I can’t stop thinking about doing just
that!
    Randy fixes an eye on me. “ Right , Deck-Man?”
    That was a hint. And Randy is too well
connected for me to ignore it. Going “way back” has shit to do with
it. I swallow a dry lump. “Uhm, right, of course.”
    Xavier sticks a hand in his checkered pants’ pocket—eyes
glued to me—and eases out the butt of a small pistol, then slides
it back inside; smiles gently. Another hint. OK, Point