Unbeautifully (Undeniable, #2)(45)



Grabbing her, he bent her over the railing and kicked her legs apart. Reaching between them, he pulled her thong aside and then palming his cock, pushed up against her and tried to push inside.

“Fuck,” he muttered as his partial erection went completely flaccid. “Fuck!”

Grabbing the back of her neck, he swung her around and shoved her down on the floor. “Suck it,” he said, pushing her face in his crotch.

Gripping his thigh, she grabbed his cock, filling her mouth, and he closed his eyes, trying to think about anything other than Eva.

Frankie grunting on top of Eva.

Eva whimpering.

Eva crying.

Eva…

Coming.

Frankie grinning.

Grinning.

Fuck.

Eva.

Eva.

Eva.

Fuck him.

“This ain’t workin’, honey.”

He glared down at the whore.

No shit, it wasn’t working. Nothing in his life was working.

Grabbing his boxers and jeans, he dressed quickly.

Still buttoning her jeans, she staggered by him. “I wouldn’t worry ’bout it, baby,” she said. “Happens to all you old dudes all—”

Anger at Frankie, at Eva, anger at the whole goddamn world powered through him and he reacted, grabbed the back of her hair and yanked her backward, then thrust her forward, power-slamming her face into the drywall. Still holding her hair, he dragged her away from the wall and with a hard shove, sent her sprawling down the hallway.

“What the f*ck!” she screamed, scrambling to her feet. Tentatively she touched her lips and nose and her hands came away bloody. Seeing them, seeing the blood, she looked up at him and started to scream.

Jesus motherf*cking Christ.

“SHUT UP!” he roared, pulling his gun from the inside of his cut and aiming it at her. “JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP!”

She didn’t. The bitch just stood there, covered in the blood from her broken nose, screaming, sounding like something out of a bad horror movie. Fuck it. She was annoying him.

Thumbing the hammer, he slipped his pointer finger over the trigger, cocked and—

“Deuce!” Preacher shouted, jumping in front of him. “Put the damn gun away!”

He didn’t. He couldn’t.

He wanted someone else to hurt.

Someone who wasn’t him.

Grabbing his shoulders, Preacher leaned in close. “Deuce, lemme take care of this bitch.”

When he didn’t respond, Preacher gave him a hard shake. “Go home, brother,” he said firmly. “You need to go the f*ck home.”

He did.

He needed to go home right the f*ck now and take back his woman.

? ? ?

Eva stared down at her cell phone, at the text message Deuce had sent her only moments ago.

You home?

No. At Kami’s. Why?

Meet me at home.

Why?

GO. HOME.

“Foxy?”

Startled, she glanced up and found Cox looming over the couch she was sitting on.

“When did you get home?” she asked.

“Just now.” He nodded at her phone. “That Prez?”

She could sense anger in Cox’s tone, see it in the tight lines of his face, and didn’t understand what she could have possibly done to warrant any sort of negative reaction from him.

“Yes,” she said warily.

“What’s he want?”

“Cox, I’m not sure that’s any of your business.”

At his sides, Cox’s fists clenched. “The f*ck it isn’t,” he hissed. “You think I’m stupid? You think I don’t know you’re ready to split? Don’t get me wrong, Eva, I don’t f*ckin’ blame you, but bitch, you take off and I know Kami’s gonna follow you. I ain’t gonna let that happen.”

“Cox,” she said quietly. “Kami married you. You have a son together. She isn’t going to leave.”

His nostrils flared. “The f*ck she isn’t. I know her. She loves you more than she loves me and that’s fine, I f*ckin’ accepted that shit a while back, but no f*ckin’ way am I gonna let you take her from me. I’ve been watchin’ this shit comin’ from a mile away and I can’t keep my mouth shut no more. Fix this shit with Prez and fix it quick because I swear to f*ckin’ god if you don’t, bitch, and I lose—”

“Cox!” Kami screamed, stalking into the room. “Shut your stupid Mexican mouth!”

Cox glared at her. “Bitch, I’m Puerto Rican!”

She waved her hand dismissively. “Whatever. Don’t you have some lawns to mow?”

“I’m Puerto f*ckin’ Rican!”

“What! Ever!

“Bitch! Don’t you got some rich boy cock you need to suck off for a new pair a f*ckin’ shoes?”

“Fuck you!”

“No, bitch, f*ck you! I’m f*ckin’ Puerto Rican! Say it, Kami, say Puerto Rican!”

“No!”

“Say it!”

“American Indian!”

Eva quickly got to her feet. “I’m, um, going to—”

Cox spun on her. “You’re gonna to go fix this shit!” he bellowed. “Before it ain’t just Prez who’s fallin’ apart, but my f*ckin’ family and the whole goddamn club!”

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