Unattainable (Undeniable, #3)(48)
“ZZ!” he roared. “Motherf*ckin’ ZZ!”
Tegen blinked up at him.
“What?” she whispered.
“You heard me,” he gritted out. “Now, f*ckin’ spill. You and ZZ in Cali together? Livin’ together?”
She hesitated; just a tiny shift of her eyes, a movement so small he wouldn’t have caught it if he hadn’t been staring directly at her. Cursing, he shoved off her and got to his feet. Running his hands through his hair, he turned around and before he could think, he just reacted and sent his booted foot straight into the wall. Feelings were coursing through him, feelings he couldn’t decipher, along with a sudden rage he couldn’t control.
He spun back around and found Tegen sitting upright in his bed, glaring at him.
Tegen. ZZ. It wasn’t computing.
It was Tegen, for Christ’s sake. The bitch had been obsessed with him her entire f*cking life and now, this weekend, with everything that had happened…
He was feeling her. He was motherf*cking into this. And all along she’d had someone back home, not just anybody but one of his motherf*cking brothers.
He’d been so sure she still loved him. How the f*ck had he read that wrong?
“You f*ckin’ him?” he demanded.
Her green eyes blazed with pure rage; she was working up to launching herself straight off his bed, nails ready to claw his eyes out, whatever it took. He had to hand it to her—for being such a slip of a woman, she had balls of steel. But what the f*ck ever, he didn’t give two f*cks how pissed she was about anything anymore. All these years he’d been taking flack for something he’d done while she’d been secretly shacking up with one of his brothers.
Her bullshit was going to end right the f*ck now.
“Answer me, bitch!” he yelled.
She glared at him, unblinking, unmoving, without remorse. He could see it in her eyes. She didn’t give a f*ck that she’d just jumped beds. She hated the club that f*cking much. She hated him that much.
“Answer me!” he roared.
“Yes!” she hissed.
SHIT! Why did he even care?
She hadn’t been Teacup in a long time, she was just another bitch, another f*cking whore who jumped from brother to brother.
So he’d liked f*cking her, so f*cking what? So ZZ liked f*cking her too, who the f*ck cared?
He was going to puke. He was going to motherf*cking puke.
For the first time he actually wanted a girl to stick around and despite all the fighting, he liked spending time with her. Jesus. He’d wanted more. He’d stupidly wanted what his brothers had, he’d wanted it for a long time now, and he’d stupidly wanted it from Tegen.
He was a f*cking moron. His old man was right. He was King f*cking Stupid.
“Looks like you turned out just like your f*ckin’ mom after all,” he spat, hitting her where he knew it would be the most painful.
He didn’t wait for a response, her eyes went saucer-wide and he whipped around, yanked open the door, and stormed off down the hall.
“You knew!” he yelled as he passed into the main room, pointing to where his father stood. “You f*ckin’ knew Tegen was in Z’s bed,” he continued, “and you didn’t say a motherf*ckin’ word to me!”
“What? Tegen and ZZ what?”
Cage noticed for the first time that Danny and Ripper had shown up along with their daughter, and Danny looked…not happy.
“Tegen’s what?” she demanded. “With who?”
He ignored her. He was too pumped up; he felt inside how Tegen had looked when facing off with his old man, trembling with rage, ready at any moment to explode and hoping like f*cking hell when he did explode he’d be taking his father out with him.
Deuce’s eyes narrowed. “You for real, right now? Am I a f*ckin’ datin’ service? You been stickin’ your shit in any hole that’ll take it, so what the f*ck makes Tegen any damn different?”
Cage imploded.
“BECAUSE SHE’S TEGEN!” he roared. “She’s f*ckin’ mine!”
His father’s unapologetic, unwavering stare did nothing but further upset him.
“Are you gonna f*ckin’ say something’?” Cage demanded. “Or you just gonna stand there?”
“Where is ZZ?” Danny interjected, shoving in between him and their father. “In San Francisco?”
Cage opened his mouth, ready to tell her to go f*ck herself, when Ripper beat him to it. Glaring, Ripper grabbed Danny’s arm and yanked her out from between them.
“Why do you give a f*ck where ZZ is?” Ripper growled.
“Oh, shut up!” Danny snapped, yanking her arm from his grip. “We’ve all been worried about him. Don’t act like this is about anything more than that!”
“Z lives with her,” Deuce said and all eyes shot to him. “When he’s not on the road, and he’s on the road more often than not.”
“On the road doin’ what?” Ripper asked.
Deuce turned to Ripper, staring at the man but didn’t so much as blink. Cage, Ripper, and everyone else in the club knew exactly what that meant.
“Jesus,” Ripper said under his breath. “Z? Z’s doin’ that shit?”
Nobody said a word, because everyone already knew what “that shit” meant. Deuce had Z on the front lines, taking care of all the dirty business and overseeing it firsthand. It was gutter work, mostly bid out to nomads who couldn’t give a f*ck if they lived or died.