Unbeautifully (Undeniable, #2)(41)

“My dad’s gonna be back soon,” I said, dodging another kiss.

“Yeah?”

“Are you going to talk to him? Tell him about us?”

After spending so much time with Ripper, alone, I knew I wasn’t going to be able to go back to sneaking around the club just to be with him. I wanted to be with him everywhere and I wanted everyone to know it.

Ripper moved off of me and into a sitting position. I pushed myself up and reached for his arm.

“I ain’t gonna tell him shit,” he said, shrugging me off him.

I gaped at him.

“But why not?” I whispered.

“Why?” he bit out, his expression hard. “Because the club comes first, you f*ckin’ know that. And shit between your old man and Eva is f*cked-up, meanin’ your old man is f*cked-up. I spill this shit between me and you to your old man, and shit’s gonna go bad real f*ckin’ quick, for me, for you, and for the club.”

The club. The club comes first.

God, I’d heard it enough over the years and even if I hadn’t heard it I’d certainly felt it. My father had always spent more time at the club than at home. He’d almost never come to school functions and not once had he come to a game to watch me cheerleading or to a single gymnastics competition. His excuse? Club business.

“You said you loved me!” I yelled. “I should have known you were no better than him! Making me think you care about me, but really all you care about is your stupid club!”

Ripper shot to his feet, startling me. “STUPID CLUB?” he roared. “You got any f*ckin’ idea what’s been feedin’ you all these years, what’s been keepin’ you rollin’ in all that stupid pink shit you’re always wearin’?”

My mouth fell open.

“Yeah, bitch, that’d be the club you been livin’ the good life off of.”

I jumped to my feet, furious. “I hate it when you call me a bitch! And if you consider having a drunk for a mother and a father who was never home, who prefers hanging out with Cage over me, living the good life, then you have a seriously messed up view of what the good life is!”

“This ain’t about your cunt of a mother or your old man or your brother. This is about me and you and the club. You bein’ in my f*ckin’ bed means you’re my old lady and you bein’ my old lady, you tellin’ me you f*ckin’ love me, means you’re lovin’ the club too. And right now, lovin’ the club means we ain’t tellin’ your old man jack shit.”

“Then maybe I don’t want to be your old lady,” I snapped.

“Stop actin’ stupid, Danny. You don’t get to decide that. I do. So wise the f*ck up and get rid of whatever crawled up that hot little ass of yours.”

Don’t smile, don’t smile, don’t smile.

Just because he thinks your ass is hot doesn’t mean you’ve forgiven him for not wanting to tell your father about you and him.

“Why you makin’ that face, baby? You gotta take a shit or somethin’?”

My eyes flared wide. “You are sooooo gross!” I yelled, no longer able to stop the grin that shot out across my face.

Ripper scoffed. “You like it.”

“Don’t,” I shot back.

“Do.”

“Don’t.”

“You do, beautiful girl. You like me dirty and the dirty shit I do to you.”

“That’s different,” I said, my gaze dropping to his waist where, beneath his tattered jeans, he was quickly hardening.

He grinned. “Like when you’re kissin’ me hard after I’ve been eatin’ at that beautiful *, and you’re suckin’ yourself off my mouth like you’re starvin’. Or when I’m f*ckin’ you, got two fingers up inside that perfect ass and you’re movin’ those hips, f*ckin’ those fingers, cryin’ for a third—”

I put my hand up. “Okay!” I shouted, my neck suddenly hot from embarrassment. “You’ve made your point!”

He took a step toward me, still grinning. “You want me to drive that point home?”

I did. I so did. Just looking at his big, beautiful body made me crazy, but I was still mad.

“No,” I snapped. “I do not.”

He sighed. “Don’t f*ck around, Danny. I don’t like playin’ these stupid games women are always playin’.”

My jaw dropped. Next to my father, Ripper was hands down the most infuriating man I’d ever met.

“I hate you,” I spat, pushing him out of my way.

“No you don’t,” he called out.

“Now I really hate you!” I yelled over my shoulder.

“Don’t.”

“Do!”

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Ripper watched Danny stalk out of the living room, wondering what the f*ck she’d expected.

How the f*ck did she think he could explain this mess to Deuce? Without getting killed?

No matter what he said or how he said it, Deuce was going to flip his f*cking shit.

Prez, I’m feelin’ Danny and I thought maybe you’d be cool with me takin’ her out?

He could almost hear the gun discharging.

Prez, Danny and I been hangin’ and I’m wantin’ more.