“Or what?”I stick my tongue out and lick his bottom lip.
“Cut that shit out right now,” he growls all deep and husky.“This isn’t a game.You’re going to get hurt.”
“So don’t hurt me,” I taunt, practically pressing my lips to his, wishing he’d give in already and kiss me.We both know he wants to.
I can see how turned on he is.His dick is tenting his shorts.
He releases his hold on me and takes a step back.“It’s what I do.In the end, I’m going to fuck you over and make you feel like it’s your fault.Is that what you want?”
“I’m leaving.”
“Good idea,” he snaps as tears burn in the creases of my eyes.
Damn him.
None of this is going how I wanted.I don’t know what I thought would happen.That I’d wake up in his arms and he’d tell me he’s never been happier.That he loves me and will never let me go.
Instead, it is the opposite.
He can’t wait to get rid of me.
No matter how hard loving him may prove to be, with one kiss I knew he’s my one true love and our bond will be unbreakable.
He can try to fight it, but I’ve prayed for him since the day I first laid eyes on him.When I was just a girl, and he was barely a man and he belonged to my sister.
“Not even a kiss before I go out the door?”
“Go before I take you over my knee.”
“Go ahead.I know you’d like to see my ass glowing red with your handprint.”
He closes his eyes, and I leave before he can hurt my feelings more than he already has.
Chapter Four
IwatchAshleyasshe struts to her car, pissed off at the world, but mostly she’s angry with me, and she has every fucking right to be.I hate myself for what I’ve done, and yet there’s a part of me that loves the idea of Shelby finding out that she’s not the only one who can cut someone to the bone.
That is, if she’s even alive.Bitch could be dead for all I know.She’s not trying to reach out, and I’ve been too much of a fucking coward to ask Goose if he let her go or if he put a bullet between her eyes.As much as I hate her for what she did, there’s still a hollow place in my heart where my love for her lived.It’s hard to forget that she wasn’t always a treacherous cunt.
Her baby boy.My brother stares up at me from his fenced-in play area with slobber running down his chin as he grins.
“What am I doing, little man?”
His response is to let out a grunt followed by a fart.
“Right.”I chuckle.“Shit.”
I grab my cell and start to call Goose when I notice Slasher called me last night.It all comes back to me like a grainy film playing in my mind.Slasher said he saw Shelby, and Ashley said someone was texting her.
That’s why we were together last night.
Fucking Shelby.She’s like a fucking herpes, a recurring nightmare.
I dial Ashley, and she sends my call to voicemail.She’s turned her location off too.Fuck me.What if she was going to meet up with her sister?I call Goose like I intended.
“Yo,” he answers, sleepily.
“We need to talk.Are you at the clubhouse?”
