Page 16 of Outlaws of Tulsa

I launch another can his way, but he ducks out of the way. It makes impact with Juicy, who cries out. His hand finds my throat and he storms out of the storage room with me in his grip. Fire gleams in his blue eyes and he reeks of Jack Daniel’s. I claw at his hand so he’ll release me, but he only tightens his grip. My head slams hard against a wall, dizzying me.

“You cheating sick fuck!” I choke out, tears streaking down my cheeks.

“For the last goddamn time, you ain’t my old lady!”

“And she is?!”

“She’s just a warm hole. Like you, Hadley.”

His words knock me off my axis. Everything spins around me. Between my airway being restricted and his hateful words, I’m suffocating.

“We could always share,” Juicy says as she struts out of the storage room, tenderly touching the cut on her cheek. “If you weren’t such an uptight, snotty bitch.”

I struggle against his hold to try and claw at her. He pins me with his hips, tightening his grip.

“Get the fuck out of here, Juicy,” he barks out. “Hadley and I have to clear the fucking air about what wearen’t.” He loosens his grip, allowing me to gulp in cool air. “Wearen’tboyfriendand girlfriend. Wearen’thusband and wife. We’re nothing but two kids who used to fuck and still do. You’re my friend. Least you were before you started trying to control my every move. Before you let my father fucking finger you.”

I squirm in his hold, hot tears leaking down my cheeks. “Are you fucking serious right now?” I screech. “I’ve loved you since I was thirteen. I knew I wanted to marry you when you started driving andyoufingered me for the first time in your old truck. It was always us for me.”

He curls his lip up. “Sorry it wasn’t fucking mutual, babe.”

“You’re a cruel bastard just like your father!”

His blue eyes darken. “And you’re a prissy cunt like yours!”

“Magna made me suck him off,” I tell him, my bottom lip wobbling. “He made me blow him because you weren’t there to protect me!”

“Fuck off with the damsel in distress shit, Hadley. It’s real fuckin’ old.”

He releases me and starts to walk away, but I’m not done here. I shove him, a strangled cry escaping me. Quicker than lightning, he swivels around, his icy blue eyes cutting through me, and swings his fist.

Crack!

I stumble backward and fall on my ass. Pain explodes across my jaw from the hard-ass punch that makes me feel like he broke something. Fuck this and him. I’ll go back home. Dad had his issues, but he never hurt me like this. Sure, he did some shit we fought over and that still fucks with my head, but he never punched me. I crawl away from the boy I loved, needing to escape desperately. I’ve almost made it back to the solace of the storage room when his boot connects with my ribs.

Blinding white pain bursts through my nerve endings, nearly making me black out. I fall face first onto the sticky linoleum, a sob trembling through me.

“You’re nothing but a whore, Hadley,” he sneers. “A selfish whore.”

Another kick to the ribs.

I have to get away.

It takes everything in me to crawl into the storage room. I keep blacking out and everything hurts. I can’t make sense of this Milk. He’s not the same sixteen-year-old boy who promised me forever if I’d just let him put his fingers inside me.

“You’ve been demoted, bitch, to club skank. You like my daddy inside your whore mouth. Hammer has a thing for tight assholes. We’ll pass you around until you’re used and useless. Then I’ll cut your throat myself.”

I shut down.

His words aren’t him.

It’s the Jack talking.

It’s his dad talking.

This is Milk.

Not my Junior.

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