The Gamble (Colorado Mountain #1)(212)
“Jesus, Bits, I just told you she was f**kin’ me,” Harry bit out.
“Yes, Harry, I know that. That was the plan,” Bitsy bit back.
“God,” Harry leaned back, “you don’t even care, you don’t even care she sucked me off, that I had to f**k that cold, emotionless piece of ass to keep up this shit so no one would guess.”
“I cared but that was the plan, Harry, we both had to sacrifice so we could have what we wanted. So we could be where we wanted to be,” Bitsy reminded him.
“But she was tryin’ to take Curt’s money, your money,” he clipped. “She got pregnant to do it.”
“She’s not pregnant, you idiot!” Bitsy, finally losing it, snapped. “She’s as pregnant as me. She said it because Curt always wanted a kid and obviously I couldn’t give him one so she thought she could play that but she wasn’t going to get dick. Not from Curt, he may have thought with his dick half the time but the other half wasn’t stupid, Harry and you know it. And you had to let her play you so you’d be with her when Curt was done and then no one would think a thing of it when you dumped her after I was available and you came back to me. That was the plan, Harry. We’ve been talking about it for years. That was the plan. Simple, smart, patient and cool. But no. No, you go off and murder Curt’s investigator and try to pin it on Shauna and… and… and I don’t even know what Nina’s doin’ here!”
“Shauna wants Max,” Harry stated.
“So?” Bitsy yelled.
“So,” Harry leaned forward, “outside, her other ass**le is lyin’ in the snow, four bullets in his chest and her finger pulled the trigger, the residue will be on her hand. She was out when I did it. She won’t remember a thing. And it’s the same gun that killed that Fitzgibbon guy.”
I shifted my head to look down at the prone Shauna before I looked back at Harry in time for him to finish.
“The same gun that’ll kill Nina.”
My lungs seized and I felt the blood drain out of my face.
“Nina?” Bitsy whispered.
“Yeah,” Harry’s crazed eyes flicked to me then back to Bitsy, “Nina.”
“Why?” Bitsy asked then repeated on a shout, “For God’s sake why?”
Harry surged from the bed and I tensed as he bent at the waist, his face having gone red, his arms straight down at his sides, hands in fists and he roared, “He can’t have it all!”
Bitsy’s upper body leaned away from him before she breathed, “What?”
“Max!” Harry spat. “Max! Fuckin’ Max. Holden f**kin’ Maxwell with his varsity letter his freshman year and his scholarship and his mountain that everyone thinks it’s so great he kept clean when all that buildin’ was goin’ on all over the county. Max didn’t let anything touch his land. Oh no. Not Super Wonderful Holden f**kin’ Maxwell. Not him. He could have made it rich workin’ alongside Curt but he didn’t do that. Not Holden Maxwell, man of integrity. Man of strength. He had Anna and they were always holdin’ hands, always laughin’, always tight, lookin’ at each other like the rest of the world didn’t exist. Then he lost her but he didn’t lose everything, not Max. No. After he lost her everyone thought he was even more wonderful how he stayed cool with Curt and stayed tight with you. How he manned up,” spittle flew out of Harry’s mouth on the last two words, “how he built that house for his Dad, how he kept goin’ even though everyone knew losin’ Anna rocked his world. He didn’t fall. He didn’t even falter. Not Max. Everyone thinkin’ how strong he was. How f**kin’ perfect. Then the finest piece of ass in two countries waltzes into town and before you could blink, she’s cuddlin’ up to him at The Mark, she’s in his bed, she’s makin’ out with him on the street and at The Dog and two weeks later she’s movin’ from f**kin’ England just to keep him warm at night.”
He bent at the waist to put his face in Bitsy’s.
“No,” he sneered, “he can’t have everything and I’m gonna make it so he doesn’t. I’m tired of havin’ nothin’ and waitin’ f*ckin’ years to make your play against Curt and all the while I’m watchin’ Max have everything he wants. Every woman opens their legs for him and everyone in town thinks he shits roses. The same time, everyone in town thinks poor Harry, gettin’ played by Shauna. Poor Harry, losin’ Bitsy and pinin’ after her all these years. Poor f**kin’ Harry. Well, Bits, f**k… that. Max told me himself just this mornin’ to man up and I’ve decided I’m takin’ his advice.”
“But Harry, Max doesn’t have everything,” Bitsy whispered.
“Yes he does, Bits. He even has you. Even you think he shits roses,” Harry retorted.
“You can’t –” Bitsy began.
“I can and I can now especially because she knows everything and I’m not waitin’ ten years finally to have the only thing I ever wanted, except half of it,” his eyes dropped to her legs before slicing back to hers as I heard Bitsy gasp, “to have Max’s latest bit of pu**y take it away.”
“Harry,” Bitsy whispered, “this isn’t what we planned.”
“No, Bitsy, it isn’t but I’m the man and I’m sick of bein’ led around my dick so I’m changin’ the f**kin’ plan.”