Page 167 of Overcast

My face twists. “You’re sick.”

“I am.” He stops within a foot or so from me. “And you’re the only thing that makes me feel better.”

“Go run to Bianca,” I digress with a wave of my hand. “She’ll spread her legs for anything, and I’m no longer interested.”

“And you were before?” He cocks a brow like the idiot he is because I’m not saying it now. “Don’t say things like that to me, sweetheart.”

“Marty,” I growl out as he takes a singular step forward. “Leave me alone. Leave Mills alone. Leave—”

“You don’t get to issue out orders when it comes to my guys.”

“And you don’t get to stop me from—”

“I swear to fuck—” His expression dangerously darkens. “—if you say kissing, I’ll do something I’ll really regret.”

I square my body, ready to defend myself and my pride.

He pricked it. He created jealousy to course through my veins over a situation that I let go too far.

This is what I deserve.

I should’ve held on to recalling all the things he did to me. The cuts and wounds, the remembrance of not being able to breathe because my head was held in a bucket of water.

This isn’t right.

“You trying to get back at me?” Marty drawls, a muscle in his jaw tightening. “Alright fine, message received. But that’s it, Stormi, no more hidden rendevous in the fucking woods where you think I’m not going to find you.”

“Why were you looking for me?” I challenge. “I thought you’d be too busy getting your dick sucked so that Bianca—”

“Enough,” he storms out, his voice hitting off the trees and at all angles of my body. “I told you...we just kissed.”

“And what did she do?” His nostrils flare, and I know there’s more. Bianca just wasn’t that girl that would make out and not expect things to go somewhere before coming to his house.

He did something.

“I offered her a grand to leave with me,” he replies.

“And, again, what did she do? She isn’t going to walk up to you and agree.”

His eyes slit. “How would you know? Were you there?” I remain silent, giving him this one chance to either say it or watch me walk away. “She played with herself and had me jerk on my cock.”

I bite down on my tongue to keep from losing my mind and the next words to leave my mouth. That would show things I didn’t want him to see.

No matter how much he may have not been into it, he still did it.

He did it to lure her so that he could get revenge on his sister.

“Okay,” I state, shoving back any qualms of forgiveness or reason. “Good to know.”

“And while we’re on the subject of things we did while not in the midst of each other,” he provokes. “What did you do with Mills?”

“When?” That has his palm on my chest before he’s shoving me hard into the tree trunk behind me.

He keeps his height straightened, using it to keep me pinned in between two solid surfaces.

“When...as in there has been more than one of these instances.” He doesn’t pose it as a question but a fact that doesn’t exist.

I raise my chin. “I’d like to go back to the house.”

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