Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
“What have you done?” she asked me.
I shook my head. I was hurt, lying on the floor, my shirt had been ripped open, and there was semen on my boobs. What had I done?
“She called me in here,” Roy said to his mother. “Jerked open her shirt and showed me her bare breasts. I’m sorry. I’m a guy, and I couldn’t help myself.”
She looked at her son with a look that was normally directed at me. “Men are so weak,” she spit. “Go to your room and pray for forgiveness.”
Roy hurried out of the room as Tabitha leveled her hate-filled eyes at me.
“You fucking whore. Tempt my son with your disgusting obesity. You knew how he’d react to your bare breasts. You want to show them off. It’s disgusting. You are filthy!”
I held my side and hoped she didn’t touch me. If she jerked me up right now, I was going to black out or vomit. I wasn’t sure which one.
“Go wash my son’s sin from your body. I don’t want to see the proof of his earthly desires. God will punish you for what you’ve done to him. That is meant for his future wife and to produce children. Not to be wasted on you and your horrible body!”
I was going to have to stand up. How was I going to do that? I leaned forward until the pressure wasn’t completely on my side. Then, I used one hand to balance myself and put my feet under me carefully.
“GET UP! GET IT OFF OF YOU!” she yelled at me. “Benjamin will be back any minute with lunch. He doesn’t need to see the filthy whore his daughter is. You’ve always been possessed by a demon, but it is getting worse. None of us are safe in this house with you here.”
Closing my eyes and holding my breath, I forced myself to my feet. A cry tore from my chest as the pain seared through my side. My eyes met hers, and I swore then that I’d never waste one more tear. I wouldn’t be weak. I would find a way out of this hell. This was going to end.
Fifteen
Huck
Throwing the back door to the house open, I stalked inside, needing to get the hell away from Trinity before I slammed my dick into her and fucked her like an animal.
“You look ready to kill someone,” Blaise drawled, and my eyes locked on him, then swung to his wife, Maddy, and their one-year-old son in her arms, Cree Elias Hughes.
“Would you take a towel outside to Trinity?” I asked Maddy.
She smiled and handed Cree to his father. “Of course. I came to meet her. I’m starved for female companionship,” she said.
“I need a fucking drink,” I said to no one in particular as I went to the bar, not looking at Blaise again. He was watching me too damn closely. “Where are the others?” I asked while pouring myself a drink.
“Here. Somewhere,” Blaise replied. “They mentioned you stalked off, carrying Trinity in your arms. I find that interesting. Care to explain?”
I slung back my glass and then looked at Blaise. “What? You want me to admit I want to fuck her?” I asked, scowling. He was my boss, but he was also my best friend. But right now, I had shit I didn’t want to talk about.
“You don’t have to admit anything,” he replied. “You’re a walking billboard.”
I poured another glass. “You saw her rap sheet, and she was going to marry my clueless brother. She was using him. And, boss, you told me not to stick my dick in her,” I said, disgusted with myself for wanting her so bad.
“I don’t think what we saw is considered a rap sheet,” Blaise replied. “That’s a little harsh.”
He knew what the fuck I meant. “I let Hayes down in life. I wasn’t around. Fuck, he died, and I hadn’t seen him in over a year. I can’t bring him back and fix that. What does it make me if I fuck the woman who was using him? Huh? I can’t do that. Not to his memory. He deserved a good girl. One worthy of him. A woman who was his equal. Who belonged by his side. Not that … that lying slut.” I realized I had been shouting.
Two things happened at once. Cree shouted the word slut, and a door slammed behind me. I turned to see Maddy glaring at me, and then beside her, Trinity was wrapped in a towel with those big brown eyes looking hurt. I stared at her, not sure what to say. She’d heard me. Fine. She’d needed to. If I had really hurt her, she’d have tears in her eyes. Women cried over that shit. She was acting the part.
“I’m sorry I talked like that in front of Cree,” I told Maddy.