Page 51 of Careless

I stride through the living room, down the hall, right to Rian’s room. Normally, I would’ve knocked, but the urgency I feel doesn’t have patience.

“Rian?” I call as I push open the door. My blood runs cold and my heart turns to ice the moment my eyes land on his bed. My lungs seize, making me choke on my gasp. Everything stands still.

Except for the naked woman under Rian’s covers, in his bed, the scent of sex in the air.

“Be out in a minute!” Rian’s voice rings from the bathroom, where I hear the water running. This shatters my trance and I gulp down the much needed oxygen.

“Sorcha, hey. Sorry. We’re a little busy, as you can tell.” I recognize her. Red hair, tan skin, thin as a rail. She’s on the track team.

Everything I’m not.

“Sorry to interrupt,” I say, barely concealing my emotions.

She gives me a smile as if it’s totally normal to be having a conversation with an acquaintance while wearing only a sheet. “Not a problem. Rian just texted me. I’m sure we’ll be done soon.”

Rian texted her? It's been a little over an hour since I got home from the warehouse and the first thing he does is contact someone else to fill his bed.

“It’s not important. Have fun.” I twirl on my heel and slam the door behind me as I turn my back on Rian and his lies. Sobs rack my chest again and again, but no tears come out. I don’t know if it’s because I’ve cried myself dry or deep down I don’t think Rian deserves my tears. Sadness and anger fight each other for dominance inside of me. He said he loved me, but that was a lie, right? He swore he wasn’t screwing other girls anymore, but Sophia just proved that wrong.

Rian is a liar. He fucking lied to me to get what he wants. What is that exactly? Obviously not sex. He can get that anywhere and I haven’t fucked him. Maybe it’s the forbidden fruit of me being off limits because I’m Finn’s sister.

I guess it doesn’t matter because me sleeping with him will never be an issue.

I run to my car and peel out of the driveway. I need to get away as fast as possible. My vision blurs as I make my way through the street. My head starts to get light with all my heavy breathing. I can barely make out anything, so I pull into a supercenter parking lot, letting loose the ache Rian put back in my chest.

I believed his words, his lies. The moment I was ready to tell the world to fuck off so I could be with Rian, he was thinking about fucking another woman. That was long enough for Rian Walsh to destroy me. Permanently wrecking the person I was.

CHAPTERNINETEEN

HIM

The worst part about killing someone is the blood. You can never be sure you have washed it all off of you. Under my nails is the worst, it's a stubborn thing to get out.

I need to get completely cleaned before Sorcha gets here. I don’t want her to see me still wearing her mother’s blood. I texted her right after I left the warehouse for her to come over.

I know she’s probably pissed at Nigel, but I’ll be whatever she needs. A shoulder to cry on or whatever.

I jumped in the shower while I waited. I didn’t need the evidence of Carmen’s death still hanging around.

Quickly drying myself with my towel, I force my jeans up my legs and tuck in my junk before zipping. I expect to find Sorcha sitting or lying on my bed when I step out of the bathroom, but what I find is completely different and extremely unwanted.

“What are you doing here, Sophia?” I groan as I rub my temple, feeling a tension headache coming on. This is what I get for getting my hopes up.

“You texted me, silly.”

Sophia and I fucked once, two years ago, and she has a nasty habit of texting me anytime she’s horny, but I was never tempted.

“No, I didn’t,” I growl and snatch my shirt off the bed before pulling it over my head.

She sits up, letting the sheet slide down her body, exposing her bare tits. “Yeah, you did. You said for me to come over and talk. I figured you were just being coy and really just wanted your dick sucked.”

Now it makes sense why Sorcha didn’t respond to my text. I didn't send it to her. I accidentally fucking sent it to Sophia. It makes sense. Their names are right next to each other in my contacts and I was still riding the high of killing that witch.

“It was meant for someone else.”

She shrugs and looks disinterested in my response. She’s not at all offended by this. Sophia is a slut, and I mean that in the nicest way possible. She loves sex and doesn’t take it seriously.

“Ah, you meant to text Sorcha, right?”

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