“How’d you two get hooked up?” Winnie questions, while I suck down my beer feeling anxious and wondering if I could fit onto Diego’s world.
“Met her at one of Lennox’s shows,” Diego tells her.
Jericho chuckles. “That bastard back in town?”
“Not now. He owed Rusty.”
Jericho runs a hand over his light brown hair and his mustache twitches as his lips move. “I bet he owes him more than that.”
“You seen Wrath?” Diego changes the subject.
“Earlier. Don’t worry. He’s gone for the night. Your Ma was having one of her fits.”
Diego goes tense next to me, and I don’t question him though I want to know what this guy means by fits and who Wrath is. His hand slides up my thigh and gives me a squeeze.
“You okay?”
“I’m good.” I give him a smile, and he wraps an arm around my shoulder, resting the side of his head against mine.
“You two look good together,” Winnie says to us, but she’s gazing at her man.
“Don’t start your shit, Win. You’ll scare the girl off.”
“Winnie has a third sight,” Diego tells me.
“Oh yeah?” I swallow hard and take another swig of my beer, hoping our food comes soon. I didn’t realize how hungry I am.
“Let me see your hand.” She holds her hand out. Her fingers are adorned in clunky silver rings and thick silver bangles cover her wrist. She reminds me of a fortune teller you’d find in a tent at a fair. I give her my right-hand palm facing up.
Winnie massages my hand, rubbing her skinny fingers along the lines that map my skin. Her eyes close and her mouth goes tight.
“I sense darkness around you. Betrayal. Heartache. Violence. Death. I see a man. He struck you. Marked you with his lust.”
Diego shifts next to me.
“I see you and Diego. Blood. So much blood.” Her eyes pop open and roll back in her head as my breath catches in my throat. Her body slumps against Jericho and he mutters a curse under his breath.
“Is she okay?”
“I tell her to leave that shit alone, but she doesn’t listen. Takes a lot out of her to do a reading. I better get her home. It was nice to meet you, darlin’. Take care of my boy here. Don’t pay her words no mind.”
I nod feeling weird about what she said. She was talking about my altercation w
ith Jesus and there is no way she could have known anything about it.
Jericho slides Winnie out of the booth and they push off moving toward the exit.
Our food comes and Diego and I eat in silence.
I’m shoving a fry in my mouth when he tucks a firm finger under my chin and directs my head toward him. “What went down the other night when Jesus drove you home?”
I chew slowly and swallow. “What do you mean?”
“Don’t give me no bullshit, Sybil. What’d he do to you? Winnie is a lot of things, but one thing I never discount are her readings. You can tell me now or I’ll track him down and beat it out of him.”
“Um… Can we talk about it later?”
“Fine, but you will tell me the truth.”