Page 19 of Ruthless Son

Fuck. I hated that he was right. Wasn’t I just earlier telling myself I’d tell him for Millie. And here I was getting my back up because he was being bossy… I hated bossy people. I disliked hypocrites even more.

“My sister has… had… a boyfriend and turns out he’s not as nice as she portrayed him to be.” I sighed as I recounted the story of her accident and how he left her. When I got to the part where I went to get her stuff today, his whole body vibrated with fury. His knuckles whitened, but he listened intently as I carried on, explaining how Mickey had been drunk when he got back.

“Mickey?” he cursed, frustration lining his face. “I’ve been looking for that little dirtbag all afternoon.”

His gaze turned inward for a mere second, before he stared intently at me, his brows lowered over his sharp eyes. “Listen to me, do not go back there, especially not by yourself.”

“Well, I wasn’t planning on it, Rex.”

His lips kicked in a small grin. “Do you know that’s the first time you’ve said my name.” His whispered words sent shivers down my spine. How the man could change the subject completely, was beyond me. The atmosphere went from chilly to boiling hot in a nano-second.

“I’m really not sure how that’s relevant… Rex,” I replied, challenging the mercurial man, “And now I’ve said it twice… happy?”

He snorted a laugh, before the humor dropped from his eyes. “I meant it though, you need to stay away from Mickey. He’s… been running with some shady people recently and I don’t want you or your sister getting involved with that.”

“Does this mean you’ll make sure my sister doesn’t walk into any doors either?” Rex inhaled deeply before dropping his hand to my knee, squeezing it reassuringly.

“You don’t have to worry about him. Neither do you need to worry about your sister getting hurt.” His eyes traced the bruise on my cheek, before following it with his finger. The touch was just a butterflies caress, barely there, but I felt it in every nerve ending. “And he won’t hurt you again either.” His words were whispered, but they carried so much weight that I almost felt like he’d promised me the world when in fact, he hadn’t promised me anything beyond ensuring Mickey doesn’t get near us again. And to me, that felt like everything.

Rex

Mickey.

That fuckin’ little shit was on the top of my list already, and now it just became personal.

After rooting around in Nag’s cabin for what felt like hours, I’d dug up some old leather-bound journals. The hand writing was surprisingly neat and perfectly formed, but in true Nag style, he’d written in half sentences and jumbled words. It was gonna take a little while to decipher the thing.

The one thing that stood out in Nag’s journals was the repeated initials ‘MP’. Mickey Piers. That fucking loser had been a thorn in my side for a while, but he’d never really stepped out of line enough to warrant a fuckin’ beating. But now… oh man, he was gonna see why I was the sarge, and why people gave me a wide berth. But first, I had to fuckin’ find him and he was being particularly hard to track down, someone must have tipped him off that I was looking for him. And didn’t that just stink to high heaven.

After dropping it all off to Sly and showering, then dumping my muddy shit off with Ryan, I’d ventured into town to get something to eat. I hadn’t intended on spending my night alone once my belly was full. I was planning on heading back to the bar and emptying my load into one of the club pussies, but then of course, chance had landed in my lap—or rather on the stool next to me.

The fact that we had problems with the same snake was just a twist of fate, and it gave me a chance to dig into Mia’s mind and figure her out. The mark on her face though… damn. The rage simmered beneath the surface, only years of training kept a smile on my face for her, because if I’d learned anything in my years in the MC, civilians didn’t like to see the monster lurking beneath the skin. They wanted the gentleman, they wanted to see that we were human, when in actual fact, we’d lost our humanity a long fuckin’ time ago. I was a devil of circumstance, raised into a life of flames and fury that no one but a brother could ever understand. Sure, an old lady was closer than most, but they were there to keep the fire at bay and offer peace where there was normally chaos. Cal and Jenna were like that, and sometimes I envied that. Sometimes.

As Mia sat beside me, my hand still gripping her knee as if I was keeping her next to me, I couldn’t see the resemblance between this exquisite woman and the mousy flower girl. It’s why I’d never linked the two together. When I’d first seen her in the hospital, and that she was here to see her sister, I didn't make the connection until just now. Fucking stupid. But no one would say shit if they were standing next to each other and they mentioned their relationship. They were as different as night and day.

“I didn’t realize you two were sisters.” She grew quiet beside me, her gaze quizzical as I continued. “I’ve met her a couple of times, you’re more?—”

“Louder?” she threw back with a cocky grin. The smile caught me off guard, and I chuckled at how relaxed she was. Whacked across the face by a stranger this morning, and here she was, seeming without a care in the world. Not many women could put something like that aside and sit in public with a shiner on full display. Not many women would be laughing and joking with another strange man mere hours after her attack.

“I was gonna say confident.”

Her smile grew soft as she spoke of her sister. “Yes, Millie is a sweety… and painfully shy. Which is why we were all super shocked when she packed up and moved here.” She sighed as if dissatisfied with her sister taking charge of her life. “Now she’s… staying.” She swiped a stray hair from her cheek that had come loose, brushing against her cheek and I envied the tendril its freedom to touch her so intimately. “Permanently.”

“That doesn’t surprise me, princess.” I swigged the cold soda, the ice clinking against the glass.

“What?” she startled.

“She’s settled in nicely, the locals love her, and she’s been helping out old Margot in the flower shop for a while now. The thing about this place is, the minute them old folks accept you, you’re part of the town. Especially if Margot gets her claws in ya, her shop’s built from the dust of our ancestors.” We didn’t often get people moving here, a lot of the younger families were moving to the bigger cities, which suited us just fine. Didn’t need strangers moving in and sticking their noses in our business.

She got that same expression on her face as when I first saw her sitting here, her perfect brows furrowed, a V forming between her navy-blue eyes. “I just… thought she’d come home, you know.” Sadness laced her voice, I couldn’t help with the loss she was feeling, I’d never had any siblings growing up, just an alcoholic father and a weak mother. Thank God they only reproduced once.

“You can visit each other, it’s not the end of the world.” She slid her venomous eyes my way, and if I’d been a lesser man, I may have cowered at the murderous look. But I wasn’t a lesser man, that sharp gaze had my pants tightening around my dick, the blood rushing to the cock that was currently tucked to the left and becoming increasingly uncomfortable. Of course, I would get a fuckin hard-on in public by a woman who had shown me no ounce of attention. Normally, the club sluts just begged for any scrap I would throw them, and practically hung off my dick. “I bet that resting bitch face scares those pansy assed English boys.” Red arced across her cheeks, and the narrowed eyed glare became even more poison, but riling the pretty woman up was sending all kinds of signals to my dick, that had it twitching and begging for release. Shifting on the stool, I tried to get comfortable, but when you have a cock as big as mine, it wasn’t the easiest thing to hide.

“I can’t just hop on a plane whenever I want to see her,” she spat. “I don’t have that kind of money, I’m just a nurse. The audacity to think I can flit about whenever I want, ugh.”

“Well then why can’t you be a nurse here? People in your profession get paid far more over here than in your country.” I actually couldn’t believe that nurses worked for such shit pay there. “And then that solves your problems, doesn’t it.”

She didn’t seem impressed with my option, the stink eye came with an eye roll that belied her age. “I’m not leaving everything behind to move here just because my sister enjoys the small-town life.”

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