Honeymoon from Hell III by R.L. Mathewson Page B

Start talking, Connor,”
Rory said, arching an expectant brow as she folded her arms over
her chest.
    Since time was a serious factor, he decided
to get right to the point. “I fucked up.”
    “ And…..”
    “ There was more to the deal
than I let on,” he said in a rush. “I didn’t think it was worth
mentioning, because once I realized that I was still in love with
you, I didn’t want it any longer.”
    “ What didn’t you want any
longer?” she asked with a putout sigh, the same one she always used
when he was telling her how he’d screwed her over. He felt himself
relax, somewhat.
    “ The plan,” he said,
searching desperately for the right way to explain his original
plan to her without making her hate him.
    “ And why did Darrin and
Reese attack my brothers?” she asked.
    “ Because of me,” Mr. James
suddenly announced from behind him, making him curse when he
realized that at some point during their conversation the doors had
been opened.
    At least the doors worked quietly and
efficiently, he thought as several pairs of hands grabbed him and
yanked him out of the elevator. As Craig pulled back his fist and
let it fly, Connor hoped that they didn’t break his jaw so that he
could beg Rory for a second chance. That’s if she came to visit him
in intensive care.
    *-*-*-*
    “ Mother fucker!” Connor
gasped as Craig punched him in the stomach, causing his legs to
give out, but before he dropped to the ground, Bryce and Sean were
there, picking him right back up for more.
    “ Stop!” she cried, moving
to help him, but her father stopped her by moving in front of
her.
    He kept his eyes locked on her as he told
the twins, “She doesn’t get past me until we’re done and you make
damn sure that no one interrupts us.”
    “ Sure thing, Uncle David,”
Darrin said as he stepped in front of the elevator with Reese by
his side, standing guard and blocking her view of Connor getting
his ass kicked by her brothers.
    “ Shit!” she heard Connor
groan a few seconds later.
    “ Dad, please tell them to
stop!” she begged, panicking as she placed her hands on her face,
struggling to keep it together.
    “ I’m sorry, Rory, but he
has this one coming.”
    “ They’re going to kill
him,” she said, trying to stay calm.
    “ Probably,” her father
agreed with a shrug.
    “ Dad, please-”
    “ Why didn’t you call me
when you were hurt? For that matter, why don’t you call me when you
need help? And why did you just get married without me there to
give you away?”
    “ What?” she asked, taken
off-guard. “Why would I call you?” she blurted out before she could
stop herself.
    “ Because I am your goddamn
father!” he shouted, losing his temper for the first time in her
life. While her father could get pissed, really pissed, he never
lost control, never shouted and never at her.
    “ When you’re hurt or need
someone, I should be the first person that you call! Do you have
any idea how fucking scared I was when I found out that you’d been
rushed to the hospital? I had to hear it from the fucking mailman
that my daughter was seriously injured, because no one called
me!”
    “ Dad, I-”
    “ Do you have any idea how
it feels to have to sit outside your child’s house, scared to death
that she’s in pain or worse that she might not make it through the
night? Do you?” he snapped, looking angrier than she’d ever seen
him before.
    “ But, you taught us to be
self-reliant. I didn’t think that-”
    “ That’s bullshit that your
brothers shoved down your throat! You are my daughter and there
will never be a time when I don’t worry about you or want to take
care of you. You were stubborn and didn’t want to let your brothers
think that you were weak so you tried to act tough. You were my
little girl, my little princess and you used run into my arms
crying my name every day when I got home from work until you turned
five and your brothers decided to treat you like a little brother.
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