What Doesn't Destroy Us (The Devil's Dust #1)(34)

Shadow leans over the same bare boob and flicks his tongue over the powdery residue left behind. Then he sucks the perky nipple into his mouth. Candy moans in response as he pulls away, making a smacking sound.

An uncontrolled yelp escapes my throat in disbelief. I cover my mouth with my hands to stifle any other noises that might escape, but it’s too late. All three of them look up at where the sound came from, spotting me.

“Oh shit,” Bobby whispers, before looking over at Shadow whose face seems more than alarmed at my presence.

I turn to run back to my room, traumatized by all the emotions flooding my mind and heart; jealously, rage, regret. I hear steps coming my way and I try to walk forward but my feet won’t move.

“Let 'er go, Shadow, princess doesn’t belong here anyway and she doesn’t deserve you.” Candy’s words hit me like a ton of bricks.

I instantly sober; my pain replaced with pure rage. I turn back on my heel and stride toward Candy, barging past Shadow on the way. Bobby jumps off the couch, seeing I am not to be messed with. I am a venomous snake, ready to strike.

“Oh shit, cat fight.” Bobby exclaims, beside me now.

“Dani, wait!” Shadow says calmly. I throw my hand up to shut him up. This is between me and Candy-pants here. I will deal with him later.

Candy stands up, our faces less than a foot apart. Her faked-tan bust is barely inches away from me. My breathing is harsh and hostile, my body wound up and ready to strike. The tension in the air thickens significantly. If she thinks she can run me out of here like her mom did to my mom, she’s wrong. This is where the cycle ends, bitch.

“Sweetheart, go sit down before you break a nail.” She puts her hands on her hips, waiting for my come back.

I can feel my nostrils flaring from the amount of air I’m pushing through them. My rage is poisoning my wholesome blood. I ball my hand, pull back my arm and slam my fist into her cheek as hard as I can. She tumbles over the arm of the couch and flat onto her ass, her legs spread wide. She’s not even wearing any panties. Of course, she isn’t.

“Damn!” Bobby yells.

I walk up and stand over Candy’s prone body; she looks up at me, her cheek split where I hit her. Suddenly, she kicks her legs up and hits me square on my ass, sending me flying forward and landing on my hands. I’m shocked; from the blow she took to her cheek I was sure she would stay down. Catching me off guard, she flips me over on my back and straddles me, her massive, fake boobs bouncing with her quick movements. Before I can manage to get her off of me, she rears her hand back and bitch-slaps me, her nails leave little stings from skidding across my silky cheek.

Seriously? I punch you and you slap me back?

I rear my hips up, bucking her over me, her erect, pink nipples skidding across my face in the process and leaving behind a cheap smelling perfume. I stand up and she grabs my shirt to pull herself up, ripping my shirt right across my chest with her nails in the process. My black, lacy bra plays peek-a-boo with the small slits she’s made.

Damn it, I like this shirt.

“You don’t deserve to wear that shirt, you bitch,” she yells at me, out of breath and pointing at the Devil's Dust shirt I’m wearing. She starts trying to rip the shirt off of me again, pulling on my bra, making one of my tits pop through the slits in my ripped shirt. I push her back so I can hit her again. I pull my sore fist back and I throttle her right in the nose. She squeals as she falls back onto the couch. Her nose is bleeding all over her hands and down her tanned chest.

“I’m just getting started, whore!” I throw my arms out and give a 'come and get it' gesture with my hands.

“Oh no, you don’t, you’re done!” Shadow yells in my direction, grabbing me by the waist and pulling back.

I kick and slap at Shadow. “Fucking let me go!” I scream.

“Ah, man, you take all the fun away,” Bobby complains, clearly enjoying all the boob action.

Shadow eyes Bobby aggressively. “Call the f*cking Doc, man.” Shadow places his hand on the small of my back and pushes me toward the room. Looking back at Candy’s bloody state, I think she has learned her lesson on trying to run me out of here.





I follow Dani back into the room, she stands staring out the window worrying her lip with one hand while the other arm holds her body. Man I f*cked up. I shouldn’t have listened to f*cking Bobby. Asshole has been in my head since we left the other day. The run went relatively smooth and we could have been back that night if it weren’t for Bobby and Locks. Every damn time we make a trip to Las Vegas they think they have to hit up casinos and strip clubs. I’m usually all for it, but I just wasn’t in the mood this time. Today we went to the strip club; Bobby kept saying I needed to let loose. I didn’t argue, because I did need to unwind. When Locks was in the back with one of the strippers, Bobby started chirping in my ear like a f*cking female.

“That’s the third bitch I’ve seen you turn down for a private dance since we’ve been here, bro, what the f*ck? It’s Dani, isn’t it?” his eyebrows lifted in question.

“Let me tell you something, Shadow, I have dated chicks like Dani. They only mess with men like us to get back at their parents or they think they can change us into what they want, or what they think they want, anyway. Her world and our world don’t mix; look at how her parents turned out. Get her out of your head, man, and have some fun with one of these sexy creatures walking around here.”