Undeniable (Undeniable, #1)(39)

“You f*ckin’ done?” he roared.

I was so far from done.

“The last time I saw you, you were getting your dick sucked by a club whore and trying to make out with me at the same time! The time before that I found you in the kitchen with a half-naked whore on your lap only a few hours after you f*cked me! You’re f*cking trash, Deuce! Fucking garbage! What the f*ck makes you think I would be grateful to you for f*cking anything?”

Deuce’s eyes were bugging out of his head; his body was shaking with fury. Having a cold-blooded killer boring down on you with a murderous expression might have made any normal person feel fear, but I was so far gone. Pure adrenaline was more powerful than any street drug, and I was flying over the f*cking mountain.

Not even the cold steel of Mick’s gun pressed into my cheek could cool me off.

“Reel it in, you f*ckin’ cunt,” Mick growled.

“Fucking do it,” I hissed. “I f*cking dare you, you stupid motherf*cking piece of shit. Bring down every Demon in the f*cking country on your stupid piece-of-shit ass!”

“Reel it the f*ck in, Eva!” Deuce bellowed.

I looked back at Deuce. “Tell him to do it,” I hissed. “But let me close my eyes first. I don’t want your ugly f*cking face to be the last thing I ever see.”

Deuce’s nostrils flared.

Mick’s hand jerked.

And that was the last thing I saw…for a little while.





CHAPTER TEN


Deuce stalked out of a no-tell motel office with three keys. He tossed one at Mick and another at Jase.

“What the f*ck?” ZZ complained. “There are only two beds in a room.”

“You’re on the floor,” Ripper said.

“Fuck you,” he shot back. “You and Cox should share; it’s not like you don’t share everything else.”

Ripper grinned. “Best couple days of my life.”

“Speaking of Kami…” Cox looked down at Eva, who was passed out cold in his arms. “Prez?”

He shook his head. “She wakes up, and she’s with me, shit’s gonna get ugly. I’m the last f*ckin’ * she wants to see.”

Mick cursed. “Why the f*ck didn’t we just leave her there?”

“Dude,” Jase said, “you’d leave a hot piece of unconscious ass at a f*ckin’ club party without her man? Might as well put a f*ckin’ sign on her that says ‘Free f*cks for all.’”

“Who f*ckin’ cares?” Mick growled. “Bitch wasn’t even grateful that we’re tryin’ to save her ass! I shoulda knocked her harder, and then we wouldn’t be havin’ this discussion at all!”

He knew his boys were arguing, but he wasn’t listening. He was staring at Eva, hanging limply in Cox’s arms, replaying in his mind everything she’d said to him over and over and over again.

You’re f*cking trash! Fucking garbage! What the f*ck makes you think I would be grateful to you for FUCKING ANYTHING?

It was Eva he’d been looking at, but it was his old man’s voice he was hearing.

What a f*cking coincidence. The last time he’d seen his old man was the first time he’d ever seen Eva. His blood ran cold. It was his old man’s tag around Eva’s neck.

The * was still here, ruining his f*cking life. Fucking shit up with the only woman he’d ever given a shit about.

They’d spent only moments together here and there—some good, most painful. It didn’t make any sense. They didn’t make any sense. He should have let her go a long time ago. But he couldn’t. And he still couldn’t. Because he didn’t want to. Because he f*cking loved her.

He dialed Preacher.

“Yeah?”

“It’s Deuce.”

“What the f*ck you want?”

“Frankie’s up the river. Got him a one-way ticket tonight. Woulda buried him, but it turns out your boy put a hit on your girl. If he gets buried, she goes down with him. You know ’bout that?”

Silence.

“Fuck,” Preacher rasped.

“Yeah. Got my boys workin’ my connections tryin’ to find who bought it. Not gonna be easy; doubt Frankie left a f*ckin’ paper trail, and gravediggers ain’t exactly forthcomin’.”

“Fuck!” Preacher roared. He took the phone away from his ear and looked at it while Preacher cursed and yelled nonsense and broke everything, it sounded like, within a mile radius of him. Turned out temper tantrums ran in the family.

“Horseman,” Preacher rasped into the phone. “Where the f*ck is my baby girl?”

“Got her with me. Got six of my boys. She’s safe.”

“Good,” he barked. “Lemme talk to her.”

Deuce glanced at Eva. She was still out cold.

“She’s sleepin’. Don’t really wanna wake her. She’s not too f*ckin’ happy ’bout what went down.”

Mick snorted.

“Understatement,” Cox added.

“Yeah,” Preacher muttered. “I bet.”

“Preacher, we cancel Eva’s hit, and Frankie’s not buried within a week, I’m takin’ him down.”

“We’ll talk. For now, Frankie’s locked up, and I got a hit to find. Right now, you just take care of my girl.”