because of her mother’s one stand against him, her refusal to put Meggie on any sort of birth control. He’d still hurt her, humiliated her, and held her down to exercise his will. Her father couldn’t have been that man. He just couldn’t have been. “With my father, what you see is what you get. He isn’t…my father wouldn’t—“
Megan saw everyone shift uncomfortably and exchange meaningful glances before all the attention converged and focused on her. She felt their feelings like a heavy hand pressing into her.
Christopher stared at her in brooding silence, smoking his cigarette. When he finished, he walked to the bar and tamped it out into an ashtray. He released the last bit of smoke.
“Shit, Megan.” He leaned on the bar and thrust his hands through his hair. “Shit, shit, shit.”
Another more horrifying thought occurred to her. Until then, she’d been too stupid to put the pieces together. “Christopher,” she breathed, shaking her head in denial. “Why are you in his office? Why do you wear the president’s vest?”
“Cut,” he inserted.
“Cut?” she echoed.
He nodded, holding her gaze, his own guarded. “The vests are called cuts.” He rubbed the back of his neck, the n scratched his jaw. “Fuck, Megan. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
And, suddenly, she knew. Dread and horror pitched through her and she rose to her feet, everything in slow motion. “He isn’t coming back, is he?”
No one moved or said a word.
She barreled to Christopher and jabbed a finger in his chest. “He’s gone, isn’t he?”
Chapter 9
How the fuck was he supposed to answer the desperate plea in Megan ’s voice? Her beautiful eyes filled with anger, fear, and dawning grief. Tears spiked her long lashes and disbelief parted her lips, her cheeks flushed with all the emotions rushing in her.
He felt like choking the shit out of Ellen. The stupid whore had gone too fucking far this time. Her words , as much as her fucked-up display that led Megan down this path, pissed him the fuck off. His part in this entire fucked-up affair saved Ellen’s fucking ass.
He wanted to forget Zoann’s words, but they’d opened up old wounds. As determined as he was to keep his hands off Megan before speaking to his sister, he’d doubled his determination afterwards.
His brain to ld him he made the right decision. His dick, however, had different ideas and wanted to fuck Megan with as much determination as Christopher wanted to resist her. Worse, she wanted him and wasn’t making it easy for him to do the right thing by her when he’d hurt so many other people. When almost everyone else, outside of his brothers, saw him as a piece of shit.
The thought chilled his blood, humiliating him with the freshness of Zoann’s accusations. But, fuck him, if the way Megan looked at him didn’t reach into his loneliness, make him feel as if she saw past the man the world saw. The killer that he was.
If Ellen’s arrival hadn’t interrupted him, Christopher would’ve kissed Megan and not stopped unt il he had her in his bed. She’d been fucking teasing and tempting him all evening. He hadn’t expected Ellen or Kiera to cause problems. He’d fucked other bitches in the time he’d been fucking them.
He paced again, buying more ti me. Megan made him feel all sorts of new shit. Maybe, because, she was innocence and sex, a dangerous combination. He’d felt the sweet touch of her fingers in the corner of his mouth all the way to his balls.
But he pretended he didn’t give a fuck and kissed Ellen back, hugged Kiera and kissed her, too. And fucked up more than anyone else. Because all he did was piss Megan the fuck off. All it did was make him want her pussy more. Make him want her more.
Somehow, he had to convince her about Boss. What, he wasn’t sure.
He glance d around the room, noting the sympathy in Digger’s, Mortician’s, and Val’s faces. They were his friends. They must’ve recognized how different he treated Megan.
Megan saw everyone shift uncomfortably and exchange meaningful glances before all the attention converged and focused on her. She felt their feelings like a heavy hand pressing into her.
Christopher stared at her in brooding silence, smoking his cigarette. When he finished, he walked to the bar and tamped it out into an ashtray. He released the last bit of smoke.
“Shit, Megan.” He leaned on the bar and thrust his hands through his hair. “Shit, shit, shit.”
Another more horrifying thought occurred to her. Until then, she’d been too stupid to put the pieces together. “Christopher,” she breathed, shaking her head in denial. “Why are you in his office? Why do you wear the president’s vest?”
“Cut,” he inserted.
“Cut?” she echoed.
He nodded, holding her gaze, his own guarded. “The vests are called cuts.” He rubbed the back of his neck, the n scratched his jaw. “Fuck, Megan. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
And, suddenly, she knew. Dread and horror pitched through her and she rose to her feet, everything in slow motion. “He isn’t coming back, is he?”
No one moved or said a word.
She barreled to Christopher and jabbed a finger in his chest. “He’s gone, isn’t he?”
Chapter 9
How the fuck was he supposed to answer the desperate plea in Megan ’s voice? Her beautiful eyes filled with anger, fear, and dawning grief. Tears spiked her long lashes and disbelief parted her lips, her cheeks flushed with all the emotions rushing in her.
He felt like choking the shit out of Ellen. The stupid whore had gone too fucking far this time. Her words , as much as her fucked-up display that led Megan down this path, pissed him the fuck off. His part in this entire fucked-up affair saved Ellen’s fucking ass.
He wanted to forget Zoann’s words, but they’d opened up old wounds. As determined as he was to keep his hands off Megan before speaking to his sister, he’d doubled his determination afterwards.
His brain to ld him he made the right decision. His dick, however, had different ideas and wanted to fuck Megan with as much determination as Christopher wanted to resist her. Worse, she wanted him and wasn’t making it easy for him to do the right thing by her when he’d hurt so many other people. When almost everyone else, outside of his brothers, saw him as a piece of shit.
The thought chilled his blood, humiliating him with the freshness of Zoann’s accusations. But, fuck him, if the way Megan looked at him didn’t reach into his loneliness, make him feel as if she saw past the man the world saw. The killer that he was.
If Ellen’s arrival hadn’t interrupted him, Christopher would’ve kissed Megan and not stopped unt il he had her in his bed. She’d been fucking teasing and tempting him all evening. He hadn’t expected Ellen or Kiera to cause problems. He’d fucked other bitches in the time he’d been fucking them.
He paced again, buying more ti me. Megan made him feel all sorts of new shit. Maybe, because, she was innocence and sex, a dangerous combination. He’d felt the sweet touch of her fingers in the corner of his mouth all the way to his balls.
But he pretended he didn’t give a fuck and kissed Ellen back, hugged Kiera and kissed her, too. And fucked up more than anyone else. Because all he did was piss Megan the fuck off. All it did was make him want her pussy more. Make him want her more.
Somehow, he had to convince her about Boss. What, he wasn’t sure.
He glance d around the room, noting the sympathy in Digger’s, Mortician’s, and Val’s faces. They were his friends. They must’ve recognized how different he treated Megan.
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