Page 49 of Wild Side
“My dad whored her out,” she states.
“What?” I ask.
She lifts her head to look at me. “That’s what he claimed. Honestly, I don’t know. I didn’t even know her name.”
The idea that Halo would whore out his baby mama causes my stomach to turn. I don’t feel bad for killing him now. In fact, I’m glad I fucking did. I’m glad that fuck is dead, and I wish I could do it all over again, except slower.
“Do you want to look for her?” I don’t know why I’m asking.
No, that’s a lie.
I know exactly why I’m asking, because I want to make her happy. I don’t even know her, but she’s got my kid inside her, and all I want is for her to smile. I want her to stay with me always and fucking smile.
“I’m not sure I want to know the truth,” she whispers. “If he did what he claimed to her…” Her words trail off as tears fill her eyes. “Then she might hate me, or she might be so deep in whatever she’s doing, she may reject me. I don’t think I need to know that.”
Dipping my chin, I touch my mouth to hers. I drop the conversation for now, but make a mental note to go in search of her mother. Halo could have been lying. Who knows what the fuck really happened to her? That guy was a whole tool bag fuck.
“Get some sleep, honey,” I murmur against her mouth before I lie down and settle against the pillow.
I hold her close, my mind spinning as I think about Halo, about Zadie, and about her mother. I hate this shit for her, the life that she had because her father was a prick who probablyshould have never been in the position he was in. I don’t understand it.
When Zadie falls asleep, when I know that she’s out, I slip from the bed. I grab a pair of jeans from the drawer where Daisy put them, folded neatly and shit, earlier today.
I tug them on and zip them, but don’t bother buttoning them as I move toward the door. Stopping, I turn my head to look back at her. She’s still asleep, fucking gorgeous, fucking perfect, and fucking mine.
Leaving her asleep in bed, I walk next door to my brother’s room. I probably shouldn’t reach for the door handle without knocking, but I do anyway. I don’t even check inside to see what’s happening.
I just walk right in.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
MAVERICK
As I’m closingthe bedroom door behind me, I lift my head. My lips twitch into a smirk at the sight of Daisy on her hands and knees. Goose is behind her, fucking her so hard her tits sway with each thrust, his hand wrapped around the front of her throat as he does.
Nice.
“You come in here to watch me or to share?” Goose asks.
I shift my gaze from Daisy’s tits and connect it with his, then shake my head once. “As fun as it looks, I don’t think I’ll be doing that, but I did want to talk to you when you’re finished.”
Daisy makes a noise that sounds like a combination of struggling for breath, combined with a moan. Flicking my gaze down to her, I watch as her body trembles and sweat breaks out over her skin. Her lips are parted, her eyes rolled back in her head, and I know she’s close.
I bet it would feel good to have my cock buried down her throat. But not as good as it feels when it’s Zadie. Turning around, I walk toward the door and reach for the handle, butdon’t open it right away; instead, I turn my head, looking over my shoulder at them, my eyes flicking from Daisy to Goose’s.
“I’ll be in the hall. Let me know when you’re done.”
I don’t wait for his response before I tug the door open and slip out into the hall. Walking across, I face the door, my back against the wall, before I lift my leg and place the sole of my foot against the hard surface for support.
Fortunately, I don’t have to stand there for long. A few moments later, a naked Daisy opens the door. She looks absolutely fucking exhausted, and I have no doubt she is. Goose likely fucked her with no mercy, as is typically his way.
“He said you can come on in,” she rasps, her voice rough from being choked.
Jerking my chin, I start to move past her, but then I feel her fingers curl around my bicep. I dip my chin slightly to look down at her. Daisy tips her own head back up, looking into my eyes, and for a moment, she just stares at me, then her lips curve up. She’s pretty, younger than most of the girls, except Lolita.
“I know I’m not anyone special, but I just wanted to say, make that work with her.”
“Yeah?” I ask.
