Page 576 of Hell Hath No Fury
Digits spews filth at the three of us the second Timmy has the rag out of his mouth. “You fuckin’ pussies couldn’t pull the trigger without your precious leader’s say-so,” he digs. “Goddamn whipped little bitches.”
“You watch your mouth now, boy,” Murphy growls before reaching behind where he still sits astride Hooch’s bike to knock Digits to the ground.
The sack of shit hits the gravel with an oomph.
“You make out you’re a big man with your smart mouth,” the Irishman continues, “but it won’t be long and you’ll be beggin’ for your mammy.”
Digits chuckles, splayed out on the stones still with his hands wedged awkwardly behind his back. “Look at you,” he sneers. “Thinking you’re so tough, threatening a bit of torture.”
“That’s what you thought you were, though, right?” I round my bike and step up to the fucker, resting one boot on his chest. “When you raped Dagne? Left her to die in that fuckin’ field. You thought you were tough, right? Some fuckin’ big man?” I shunt my heel down, forcing the breath from his lungs. “It’s fuckin’ sad, you sack of shit. Sad that you thought anyone would look up to a goddamn coward like you.”
“Coward?” He splutters a rough laugh beneath my boot. “You want to call me a coward after everything that motherfucker in there has done?” He nods toward the clubhouse, standing tall behind us. “At least I had the balls to act on my urges. To go after what I wanted.”
“Bullshit.” I spit on his face. “Takin’ what you want from a woman by force is a cowardly act. It’s what losers do,” I say, leaning down so he doesn’t miss an ounce of my hate. “Spineless little fuckers who think throwin’ a tantrum is how they get what they want.”
“Better than gettin’ around crying into my whiskey because the pussy I want is busy getting railed by half a dozen dicks that ain’t mine.”
Motherfucker.I tuck my foot back and drop my knee to his chest instead, perversely satisfied when I hear what I’m sure was the crack of his ribs. The contrast of my tattooed hands around his neck is the perfect way to start the day.
“Hey now.” Murphy latches on, tugging me away from the man I once called my brother. “Leave it for later when we all get our turn.”
Digits chuckles, turning his head to the side to spit out a line of blood. His gaze settles on Timmy, who stands off to the side with his arms folded. “What the fuck you lookin’ at prospect?”
“The ugliest fuckin’ picture I ever seen in my life.” He reaches into his pocket and produces a flip knife. Digits frowns as Timmy moves closer and then bends down, flicking the blade out. He punctures the tip into the side of Digit’s neck, behind his ear, and hacks two clean lines through the Fallen Aces emblem. Fresh crimson springs forth, covering the image. “Better.”
Digits flails on the ground, rolling to his side and lashing out at Timmy with his feet. He grunts and growls, frustrated when he can’t make contact. “Untie me, you goddamn pussy, and try that again.”
“We untie you,” I say, dragging my disgusted gaze the length of him, “and we won’t stop Timmy-boy here from doin’ whatever the fuck he pleases with you. One cut, or a thousand, I really couldn’t give a fuck as long as he made them deep.”
The asshole hollers and spits behind me when I turn away and head for the clubhouse. I’ve had enough of the bastard for one day—he’s Murphy’s problem now. I’ve got enough other shit on my mind, like finding out where the fuck everyone is and why nobody came out to greet us when we rolled in.
I cross through to the foyer and stall, drawing a deep breath. There’re a few clanks and scratches from the kitchen way, but utter silence in the parlor. I lean left and keen my hearing, but there doesn’t appear to be any activity from the direction of Hooch’s office, either.
Which leaves only the second level.
I start toward the stairs with a sigh and run a hand over my face to scrub away what’s left of the road. I’d hoped that I’d find Beth downstairs, back to her old self and keeping busy with housework or tucked in the corner to read like she sometimes does.
If she’s upstairs, then it’s likely she’s back in bed. I can’t stomach what that means.
“Where you fuckers all at?” I holler, cresting the landing.
There’s a scuffle from my right, and then a head poking out a door. Meghan smiles when she sees me, stepping out into the hall. “You’ll want to keep it down, handsome.” She jerks her head to the double doors at the end of the wide hall. “Dagne’s asleep. Hooch too, I think.”
“Where is everyone?” I take a few steps forward so that I don’t need to talk so loud.
She takes it as an invitation, closing the gap and tucking her pink-tipped fingers beneath the front of my cut. “Elsewhere. Wanna let off some steam?”
The idea ain’t that bad, but with her? I gently remove her hands from my chest. “Not yet.”
She pushes up on her toes and whispers her words against my ear. “Make sure you find me later, then.” The tip of her tongue snakes out and catches my lobe.
I jerk away before I have time to think about why the fuck I’d do that. Meghan’s a pretty girl with big eyes that she lines in black. Eyes that I’ve lost myself in more than once when I’ve needed to feel as though I matter. The way she watches me whenmy cock’s in her goddamn mouth is nothing short of hypnotic. It’s the kind of stare that makes a man feel like a king, but lately, it’s not that false high I’ve needed.
It's the honesty of another woman. The connection outside of the physical.
And that’s what confuses me the most. I don’t know what the fuck to do with myself if I’m not distracted by my hands and dick. Deep thinking was never my style; it always got me in the shit.
Which is why there’s no reason to go changing now.
