Page 75 of Backfire
“Reese would say I’m emotionally disconnected.”
“No,” I sang mockingly. “You’re such a welcoming guy.”
I was with Reese on that one. In fact, I don’t think I’d heard a more true statement in my life.
“All right.” He sighed and rolled his eyes my way. “I may have taken things a little too far.”
I snorted. “Ya think!”
“Too far” happened the first day I got here, when he burst into my room with his brothers.
“Look, I’m trying.” Devlin let out a heavy breath that I felt in my chest and lifted himself up onto his elbows. “This shit isn’t easy for me.”
“Do you think it’s easy for me?” I shot back.
That seemed to make him mad. The scowl I’d become used to seeing washed over Devlin’s face.
“You don’t have to lie next to the daughter of the man who…”
My father? Alertness rolled through my body, causing me to suck in a gasp. “The man who what?”
I’d never wanted someone to finish a statement more than I did at that moment. There was this hole inside me where my father should’ve been. Was he a good man? A bad man? Did he have any allergies or hobbies? Did he also hate the smell of peppermint?
Did he love my mother? Did he love me? I didn’t know anything beyond his name—Rosco Ricci—and that he was from Italy. And even that was information I got from Charmaine.
So who knew how reliable that was? The last place I would’ve thought to look for answers to those questions was Devlin.
Unfortunately, Devlin didn’t finish speaking. Instead, he pressed his lips together in a tight frown.
“Come on, Devlin.” I lifted my arm and caressed the side of his face. “Please tell me.”
He answered me with a firm, “No.”
Frustration caused my hand to smack off his cheek, which probably wasn’t the best reaction. Devlin snatched my wrists and was back on top of me before I could blink.
“I suggest you calm down,Bréagán.”
I lifted my head and hissed, “Fuck you.”
Yes, I was angry. I was downright pissed. Given the fact that my father died before I was born, Devlin couldn’t have known him that well. But the point was, he did know something. And I deserved to know it too.
His next words made me go still. “Do I need to fuck you again?”
“No,” I whispered.
Just the feel of his cock hardening against my leg was enough to make an ache pulse in my pussy.
Devlin let out a huff of air and dropped down onto his left elbow. “If this is going to work, then you need to start doing what I say.”
What the hell even was this? Assault? The start of a relationship? Was Devlin my boyfriend now, and if so, where did Reese fit into the equation? Would he be the side piece? Was I the side piece? Were the two of them even in a relationship? And why did I care?
The problem was, I did care. Guilt bloomed behind my ribs as I wondered if I just helped someone cheat? Don’t get me wrong, Reese wasn’t exactly my favorite person. That didn’t mean I wanted him to get hurt.
“Reese is going to hate me.”
Devlin snickered, then cleared his throat. “No, he’s not.”
“Yes, he is.” I whined as a tear slid down my cheek. “We’re horrible people.”
