Page 161 of Unorthodox
But even as my rage washes over me, I feel something I don’t like sliding past it. A sense of unease at the finality of what’s going to happen.
There’s a sour taste in my mouth, a weight on my chest.
I had actually thought about it. Actually considered trying to find a way to save her and my brother both.
I am a dumb fuck.
“You had to be stitched up. And for what, Maximus? You’re still a little bitch.”
She betrayed me.
She fucking betrayed me.
I shove the thought aside, trying to think. She’s nothing to me, and she was never anything to me. There are other things at stake here.
I know I need to deal with Mamie. I need to inform all of my men that I’m leaving, and I won’t be back for a long, long time. Despite Luca’s lies, and despite the fact that I don’t trust Jameson in the slightest, I don’t think he’d lie about the DEA.
He knows what he has trumps whatever Addison’s father could give me, any day.
I’m not going to wait around to possibly get arrested, and who the fucks knows what Mamie has told Danik.
I’ll come back in a few weeks, resume operations as usual, my brother by my side.
And this fucking bitch in my bed will get what she deserves.
She betrayed me.
“What?” Her quiet voice interrupts my thoughts, and I realize I’ve been staring at her, mute, for the past few minutes.
She props her head up on her elbow, and I glide my hand up her body, to her shoulder, kneading her muscles. It’s what I used to do when Ben was done with her for the day. When I wanted her to think I was the good guy.When I drugged her.
She groans softly with my touch, pulling my sheets over her mouth and smiling sheepishly with me at the sound.
I just used the fuck out of her. Ruined her. And she can’t stop fucking smiling at me.
She betrayed me.
“Do you want another drink?” I ask her. Mamie can be dealt with later. The staff. Luca.Addison.All of it can be done later. Jameson said “soon”, and it’ll take nothing to get rid of my backstabbing housekeeper. Nothing to get this fucking whore in my car.
“Sure,” she whispers.
I drop my hand from her shoulder and head to the table, but not before I grab the gun from my nightstand. Tuck it into my waistband.
Addison laughs softly, but I don’t look at her.
Instead, I pour us both too fucking much rum, and carry it back to the bed. There’s blood on the sheets, might as well add alcohol to the mix.
She sits up, pulling the covers up to her neck with one hand as if I didn’t just destroy her body. She takes what I give her and swallows a small sip.
I down mine, wipe the back of my hand over my mouth.
She stares at me, her mouth open.She betrayed me.
I turn away from her, walk to the coffee table and pour another drink. Sink down onto the couch. I’m worried that if I get too close to her, I might actually kill her this time.
I drink this one slowly, but by the time brave little Addison has slid off of my bed and made her way, completely naked, over to sit beside me on the couch, I’ve finished that one, too.
She still has her drink in hand, and it doesn’t look like she’s drank much of it.
