Page 18 of Reckless
Chapter Eight
Carly
He is staring at me so hard I feel like he can almost see into my soul and he knows exactly what happened. However, if that was the case, he wouldn't look so pissed off.
Brick made it clear that I can’t tell anyone what happened and if I did it would give him a case to get me banned from the club and then I wouldn’t get to be with Wrench either way.
My thumb brushes over the stubble on his face, trailing over his lips. I'm still rattled from what happened earlier with Tony, and all I want right now is to pretend like no one else exists in this world but us. I lean down, pressing my lips to his, our connection instantly calming the nerves running rampant through me.
He pulls away quickly, his hands tightening on my hips. “I need to know what the fuck happened, Carly.”
“And I told you I can’t say.” I hate this. I should have listened to him and just texted him instead of coming here on my own.
"You can and you will." His voice is rough, and nothing like I'm used to when he speaks to me. My mind instantly goes back to Tony. How he would be so sweet one minute and then a switch would flip, and he'd turn into a monster.
Counting all of the chips, I can't believe that I actually won a poker night. We have been playing with Tony's brother and his wife every Saturday for a couple of months, and I've never come close to ending the night with the most money. I look over at Tony who is laughing with his brother and offer him a smile hoping he's proud of me.
“You ready?” Tony looks over at me, his speech slurred a bit.
I had a couple of drinks tonight, but he had way more than me. He usually does, if I'm honest, I wish for a night that he didn't work and didn't drink. I love him so much, but I hate the person he becomes after drinking too much. We usually end up fighting most nights he drinks, and I just say a silent prayer that tonight isn't one of those nights.
"Yep, all cashed out." I grab my purse and say goodbye. Fishing the car keys out, I head to the driver's side, but Tony grabs them out of my hand.
“I’m driving.”
I don't want to argue and have him get pissed off at me, but there is no way he should be driving. He isn't okay, and to top it off if he were to get pulled over it could really screw up our lives. He'd most likely get fired, and I'm not working right now.
"No, it's okay. I don't mind, and I haven't had much to drink tonight." I have a brave moment and I grab the keys back from him. I try to lighten the mood by sticking my tongue out at him, but it doesn't help the scowl that is already planted on his face.
"You want the fucking keys?" He grabs them roughly, causing one of them to cut my palm. He throws them over my head, and they land in the street with a clink. "Go fucking fetch."
Tears sting my eyes, but I refuse to cry. Whenever I let them fall, it only pisses him off more because he thinks it's some form of manipulation to make him feel bad for me. I've always been someone who wears their heart on their sleeve, but with him, I've learned I can't.
I turn around and walk into the street to pick them up. I wish I could talk to someone about times like this. I have great friends, but a part of me feels wrong doing it. We have good times, and I don't want to leave him. If I talk to my friends, I know they'll resent him, and I don't want that.
When I turn to face the car, Tony isn’t standing by it anymore, he’s walking toward me. I take a few steps. “Why don’t you just let me—”My voice dies as he picks up his pace and drops his shoulder hitting me in my chest.
I'm immediately knocked off balance and fall to the ground the back of my head slamming against the curb, and I cry out.
“I’ll fucking walk home. Hope it was worth getting your way. I can’t even stand the sight of you, you fat fuck.” He looks down at me in disgust as the tears I tried to control come falling out.
After a minute, I sit up, my hands brace against the cold pavement as everything around me is spinning. Slowly I get up and make my way over to the car. I just want things to get better. I want him to treat me better.
Maybe I’m just kidding myself though.
I climb off of Wrench. “I told you I can’t. You can accept that or you can’t, but it is what it is.”
"Accept it?" He stands up, and he's so close to me our chests are almost touching. I have to lift my head to look up at him as he towers over me. Memories of fighting with Tony are blaring in my head, and it's getting harder to make the distinction between the two of them.
“Yes.” My voice is no longer strong, it’s quiet and weak.
“Sorry, I can’t accept that my girl is okay being a whore with my brother.”
It happens before I can stop myself. My hand reaches up, and I slap him right across the face before turning around and walking out of the room.
How dare he say that to me.
This is his world, and I was okay being a part of it because I care about him.
I guess this was just another case of me wanting something so bad that I compromise myself. I thought he was worth all of this because in the short time since we reconnected, he’s made me feel things I’ve only seen in sappy love movies.
I was wrong.
Again.
