Page 39 of Loving Her

Indy scrambles, curling down behind the desk, trying to hide. She has no trouble getting off my dick, my erection disappearing as my anger rises. “Get the fuck out of here. I don’t know who the hell you are, bitch, but if you two don’t leave this office right now, the only way that’s going to happen is when you’re both in fucking body bags,” I growl.

Indy has managed somehow to get her dress on behind her desk. I see the panic and embarrassment on her face, and it only feeds my anger.

“Maybe we could all calm down here,” the man says, as I stand up.

“Christ, Breaker. Cover your dick up. I don’t want to see that shit,” the girl hisses.

“Then you shouldn’t have stormed into a place that doesn’t belong to you. Get the fuck out!”

“No!” the girl yells back.

“How about we all calm down here and move this conversation back to the house?”

“How about you shut up? You don’t have a place in this discussion. You’re just some random woman who spreads her legs for a man she barely knows. Did you think you could get him addicted to you? Were you after his money? Prettier women than you have tried that, lady?—”

I don’t think. I barrel around the desk, wrap my hand around the girl’s throat, and push her up against the wall. “You don’t say shit to my woman. If you so much as look at her, I will end you,” I snarl.

The man with her lands a punch to my ribs. It’s strong enough that it shocks me so much I lose my hold on the girl. I turn to face him, ready to beat the shit out of both of them at this point. I don’t like even the thought of hitting a girl, but this bitch has pushed me to the limit. I’ll do whatever I need to do to get her and her poison away from Indy.

“Breaker, calm down,” Indy cautions. I’m sure she can tell I’m at the end of my rope.

“Yeah, Breaker, listen to her, man. You don’t want to do this. We’re family.”

“We aren’t shit,” I tell the man. “You and this bitch come in here insulting my family. I won’t allow anyone to hurt Indy.”

“She’syour family? Well, that’s just rich. You’re a piece of shit. Do you know that, Mattie? We’ve been worried to death about you. Every single one of us has been busting our ass to find you and all this time you’ve been here with this?—”

“I’m warning you, one more word against Indy and you won’t be able to speak again because I’ll rip your damn tongue out of your head.”

“You’d pick this bitch over your own sister?” the girl huffs.

“I don’t remember you, but even if I did, I would pick Indy any day of the week over you.”

“You don’t remember me?” she says, her face filling with pain.

“I don’t, and right at this moment, I wish I had never met you. I don’t see how I’d ever put up with you in my past.” I say the words out of anger, but I regret them a little when I see the pain slash across her face.

“How dare you!” she cries as tears fall from her eyes. “You bastard!” she screams as she slaps me across my face.

“Leave my Bwaker alone!” Tinny yells from the door. She takes off running toward me. I barely have time to lean down and scoop her up before she jumps into my arms. I noticeCooper and Iva standing there watching everything. I see the anger on their faces and for some reason that allows me to calm down a little—or maybe that’s because Tinny is in my arms.

Indy steps up beside me, and my free arm automatically reaches out and pulls her to me. “I think it would be better if we moved this into the house. Can I ask your name?” she says to the girl standing and staring at me like I just ripped out her heart.

“I’m Joker, I’m a member of the same club as Breaker and this is Skylar,” the man says, pulling the girl back against him, his arm holding her tight. “She’s Breaker’s little sister.”

“Bwaker is mine,” Tinny says, claiming me. I notice the surprise on both their faces, but they soften at the same time.

Indy reaches over and ruffles her hair while I kiss Tinny’s cheek. “I realize we have a lot to discuss, but I’d rather do that when we’re all calmer,” I answer, my voice still gruff.

“Maybe we could all move to the house? I brought a bucket of chicken and sides. We can all sit down and have dinner,” Iva says.

“Chicken sounds good,” I answer, grinning down at the little girl who might not share my blood but is mine in every other way.

“Me and Aunt Iva made chocolate chip cookies for you!”

“All for Breaker? What about me?” Indy asks.

“Nope, all for my Bwaker,” she proclaims proudly.

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