Page 91 of Ashes of Saints

Fucking Maddox. He’s such a gossip. We chatted a few days ago, and I updated him on what I was doing. For a kidnapper, he’s suddenly very highly concerned about the welfare of a lot of women.

One.

“Whatever.” I grunt, irritated that Travis is calling my bluff. He stands and looks me in the eye. “Like all women, she wants money and sex. Probably a diamond or two.”

“Really, because I offered to fuck her three times tonight and each time she declined. I even went into a lot of detail about how I’d lick her pussy and suck on her clit in my trademarked way.”

Fury blasts through me as my fist meets his jaw a millisecond after the last syllable leaves his lips.

I shake my hand.

Goddamn, his jaw has hardened since Fight Club days.

“Shit!” I hear behind me as Travis stumbles back and I stand, ready for his response.

And here it comes.

“That all you got, asshole?” He shoves me with one hand, while holding his jaw. “Fuck that hurt.”

I almost laugh, but after what he said to me, I need to make sure he never speaks about Aurora like that again.

Ever.

“Talk about her cunt again and you’ll see what hurt really feels like!” I roar.

“You mean her sweet, juicy cunt?” Travis lifts his brows, taunting me.

“Jesus, stop.” Killian grabs the two of us as we fly at each other. I glance down and his hard dick is wobbling between us.

“Put it away.” I hiss, disgusted.

“Well, I’m sorry but I was in the middle of fucking Chloe. Instead, you two idiots decide to start punching one another.”

“Because he—”

I stop talking when I see Aurora standing in the doorway.

“Let me finish that for you. Because I was talking about Aurora’s sweet pussy and how I want to lick it.” Travis winks at her.

I fly past Killian, pummeling Travis down on the sofa and let loose.

One.

Two.

Three.

I’m ripped off him, then tossed across the room.

“Parker!” Aurora runs to me, falling to the floor beside me. “What are you doing? Are you crazy? I thought he was your friend?”

“He was, until... Never mind.” With my heart thundering, I glare back at the guys and sit up on my elbow. Then slide my hand through her long auburn locks, holding the back of her neck tightly. “We’re going home. Grab your things.”

Travis wipes the blood from his nose and sits on the sofa, gathering himself.

“Why did you hit him? Because I was sitting on his knee?”

No.

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