Page 25 of Riot's Thorn
“He’s outside. Lucky and Tinleigh got a puppy.”
“No shit?”
“I’d imagine there will be a lot of shit in their future.”
“Right.” He picks at the label of his bottle of beer. “I don’t know what to tell you, but you’re in deep, so just don’t make any rash decisions. Make sure she knows what’s going on and all her options. Let her choose, and then she can suffer the consequences of her own actions. If she told the cops you killed her dad, would they find any proof?”
I look at him like he’s an idiot. “No, I’m not stupid. I don’t leave evidence behind.”
“Okay then. If she thinks she’s better off without you, let her go.” He hops off the stool. “I’m gonna go get high and play with the puppy.”
I push my beer to the side and follow him out. Instead of going left, where a group has gathered around a Rottweiler puppy Tinleigh named Beef, I go right, toward my cabin.
I’m on my porch when my front door opens, which shouldn’t happen because I’m the only one with the code for the lock. In a split second, I’m next to the door, ready with my knife in my hand.
A figure steps outside, and I have them in a chokehold, the tip of my blade pressed against their throat before they’ve even fully passed the threshold. They kick back, but they’re short, soinstead of my crotch, where I’m sure the kick was aimed, they hit my shin. Still painful, since they’re wearing heavy boots, but not enough to get me to release.
It registers first that I have a woman in my hold and second that I recognize her spicy scent because it gives me a headache whenever we’re in confined spaces. I release her with a shove. “What the fuck are you doing in my cabin?”
Killer sputters, taking in huge lungfuls of air. “You asshole!”
“I’ll ask again, why the fuck were you in my cabin?” I step menacingly toward her, expecting her to cower like anyone else would, but this is Myla, and she cowers to no one. Instead, her eyes narrow with murderous intent.
“I was checking on her.”
“She’s fine,” I say dismissively. “How did you get inside?”
“I know your code.”
“The fuck?”
“I’ve seen you lock up a million times.”
“That’s just fucking great. Did you tell her?”
“The code? No. I didn’t even uncuff her, even if that’s an asshole move.”
I’m not sure I believe her. Either way, I’ll have to reprogram my locks before I leave next time. “Get the hell outta here before I break Judge’s heart and kill his ol’ lady.”
“I’m no one’s ol’ lady, and you’re a prick.” She throws her middle finger in the air as she walks away.
I shake my head and walk inside to a quiet house. I’m surprised Killer was telling the truth and didn’t let Parker go or steal her to make sure she was being treated well. After what she’s been put through over the years, she’s got enough feminine rage to castrate a man just by looking at him. At least, that’s what she says, though it’s not physically possible, so I think it’s her way of telling men not to mess with her. Either way, I find Parkerright where I left her and take that as a good sign. Killer must trust me.
My chest squeezes at the sight of my little thorn lying there, helpless. I wonder if I’ve ever really thought a woman was beautiful before because I don’t ever remember feeling this overpowered by someone’s appearance the way I am with Parker.
Even with a scowl on her pretty face that tells me she’s mad, I still find her stunning. Not that I blame her for being pissed; I wouldn’t be happy either if someone had me cuffed to the bed against my will.
“You hungry yet?” I ask, pulling my heavy silver rings off my fingers and placing them on my dresser.
“No.”
“What about the bathroom?”
“I’d like to shower before bed.”
“Yeah, okay.” I unlock the cuff around her wrist. She sits up, rubbing at the tender flesh. Her hands are so small and delicate, I wonder how it’d feel to hold one in my own. I’ve never held hands with a woman, never even wanted to, but I think I’d like to with Parker.
There are a lot of things I want to do with her that I’ve never done before. Of course, I also want to shove my cock down her throat and pound her pussy raw after making her come so many times she sobs for me to stop, but I also want to sit by her on the couch or take a shower with her and wash her hair, little things like that.
