Unbeautifully (Undeniable, #2)(8)

Both Deuce and Cox had fallen hard for those two New York bitches, and while they were both smoking hot, he just didn’t understand the concept of being head-over-heels crazy for a woman. Not when you could just replace one bitch with another when she pissed you the f*ck off, and be done with all the drama and bullshit. And Eva Fox had come with a whole lot of bullshit. Bullshit and baggage, and a f*cking sick and twisted serial killer for a husband.

Everything bad in all their lives came back to that bitch. Why Deuce hadn’t dumped her a long time ago, he’d never understand. So they had a kid together. Who f*cking cared? The guy had two kids with that cunt Christine and he’d tossed her to the curb. Hopefully he’d be doing the same with Eva. As it was they weren’t speaking, weren’t spending any time together. Eva rarely came to the club anymore and Deuce was always there.

One could only hope.

Pulling his flask from the inside of his cut, he took a long swallow.

“Can I have some?”

He cut his eyes her way and grinned.

“Baby, your old man would kill me.”

“Doubt it,” she muttered. “He doesn’t seem to care about anything lately.”

…annnnnnd, that was just another reason to hate Eva.

What the hell? It was her prom night and she was spending it on a rock with a Freddy Krueger look-alike. She deserved a little pick-me-up. He handed her the flask and pulled out a fresh roll for himself.

“You think my dad and Eva will work it out?” she asked.

He shrugged. He hoped to god not. But Danny liked Eva. Fuck, everyone liked Eva. Everyone except him.

“You never know,” he muttered.

She sighed and took another swallow of tequila, following it with a slight cough and a grimace. Way to go, Danny.

“They love each other though…right?”

“I don’t f*ckin’ know.”

“Have you ever been in love?”

He snorted. “Loved my parents. Love ridin’. Love the club. Ain’t never loved a woman though. Not enough to be puttin’ up with the shit your old man puts up with from Eva.” He shrugged and took another hit. “Ain’t no woman worth a damn is gonna love a face like this anyway,” he said, his voice wheezy as he held the smoke in for a beat before blowing it out.

He felt Danny’s hand on his and realized she’d climbed off the rock and was sitting next to him.

“Ripper,” she said softly. “There isn’t anything wrong with the way you look.”

“Yeah,” he said sarcastically, pulling away. “I’m a f*ckin’ supermodel.”

“Ripper, you’re still beautiful,” she continued. “So you’ve got some scars. So what?”

He stared at her; her sweetheart features, her big blue eyes, her cute little nose, and those wide pink lips. What the f*ck had she just said to him? He was beautiful? Ha-ha. No, he wasn’t. She was beautiful, and seeing as she thought he was beautiful, she was apparently dumb as shit too.

“Baby,” he said. “Listen to me. I ain’t beautiful, you are. You’re so damn beautiful you got it spillin’ out all over the place, blindin’ you into thinkin’ I’m beautiful when I ain’t. Farthest thing from it.”

Her lips parted and her eyes went wide and his world stopped. It just f*cking stopped. Crashed into a brick wall and went utterly still.

He knew that look. He’d seen it a hundred times on a hundred different women. Women he’d been trying to talk his way into f*cking and had finally found the bullshit line that had broken through. But seeing that same look on Danny… Danny.

“Thank you,” she whispered and for a moment they just stared at each other.

“Here,” he muttered, handing her his roll. “Enough talking.”

Because, shit, Danny wasn’t * he should be scoping. Danny was Deuce’s daughter. A bullet to the head.

Before he could stop her, she took a long drag and he ended up pounding on her back as she choked through her exhale.

“Shorter drags,” he said, taking his roll back. “Like this.”

An hour later he was higher than a motherf*cker and Danny was…

“I wanna go swimming.” Danny giggled, trying to stand up.

He shook his head, laughing. “Swimming drunk is never a good…”

He trailed off; one, because Danny was taking her clothes off, and two, because Danny was taking her clothes off.

He stared.

And he just kept on staring.

Stared at nothing but miles of smooth, suntanned skin and sleek, toned muscles and her tits… Jesus, he was certain he had never seen a pair of more perfect tits. Handfuls of high and tight flesh topped with quarter-sized brown nipples.

She was blonde. Everywhere.

His brain slid straight to his cock.

Wait, she was saying something…

“What?” he asked, refocusing on her face.

“I said,” she slurred, “let’s go swimming!” She bent over, her breasts now mere inches from his face, and held out her hand to him.

Suddenly, his half-baked brain cells in collaboration with his cock decided that, yeah, swimming was a great idea.

“Rock and f*ckin’ roll,” he muttered, grabbing her hand.

CHAPTER THREE
Ripper’s eyes flew open and he jackknifed into a sitting position, his head whipping left and right as his hands patted down his naked body.