Furore (The Night Skulls MC #1)(46)

“I missed you, Jo. You’re my girl.”

A bitter snort ripped out of my throat. “Fuck you, Ty.”

“I know you’re mad at me, and you have every right—”

“Mad at you? Mad at you, Ty? Oh my God. Mad is when you have a fight or get stood up or even catch someone cheating. You disappeared on me without a word. For two fucking months. And now you had the audacity to come back just like that saying you missed me, calling me your girl?

“Do you have any idea how many times I called and left you messages begging you to tell me if you were okay? Do you have any idea how worried I was? I thought something happened to you, Tirone. I was going out of my mind, trying to find you. I searched for you at hospitals and police stations. I even risked everything and went to your house. Do you have any clue how horrible and stupid I felt when I found out you were here all this time, safe and sound?”

“Jo, please, listen to me.”

“No.” I drew a hand over my eyes before any tears slipped away. “You can’t just come and go whenever you like. You can’t ghost when you want and talk when you like and demand I listen.”

He stepped toward me, his hands reaching for my face.

I raised a finger between us. “Don’t even think about touching me. You know what? Just…just get out.”

“You have to listen to me. You have to let me explain.”

“I don’t have to do anything with you or for you. There was a time when I’d have given anything to see you again, to have you here and let you explain why the fuck you did that to me, but now…” I chuckled without humor. “I don’t care anymore. Whatever it is, it doesn’t matter. Get out, Tirone.”

He just stared at me, hurt in his eyes. Like he had any right to be the wounded one here. I stepped out of the room, gesturing at the front door so he’d take a hint.

“I lied to you,” he said. “About my father. He’s not dead.”

What? I stopped in my tracks, but then I shook my head in disbelief, reprimanding myself for allowing any kind of feelings toward whatever he had to say or do. How could I even believe anything he’d say? He could be lying through his teeth for all I knew. There was no chance I could trust him again. “I told you I didn’t want to hear it. Whatever it is. It’s over, Tirone. You and I are over.”

“Don’t say that.” His voice came from a dark place, not pain or regret or fear.

How he thought he still had any power over me or control over our relationship, how he still felt possessive of me that he could just come back and expect me to resume things where he left off like my feelings didn’t have any right to change, how he thought he could intimidate me with his dark side to manipulate me into coming back to him infuriated me even more. “Oh, I will. You know why? The second you decided to walk out on me without even a goodbye, you gave up every right to be standing here now, telling me what or what not to do. You gave up everything related to us. So I’m telling you again, us doesn’t exist anymore, Ty. You and I are over.”

I walked toward the door, but I was dragged backwards by his strong grip. “No!” My heels dug in the carpet as my arms reached for anything I could use to stop him. He lifted me in the air before I grabbed anything and hurled me on the bed. Then he pinned me down with his weight.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” I shouted.

He held my wrists above my head despite my struggle. “Reminding you who owned you.”

“Get the fuck off of me, Ty. Now.”

He unbuttoned his jeans. “Not before I get back what’s mine or have you forgotten, Jo? You made a promise to me. You belong to me. But it’s okay. I’ll make you remember.”

“You’re insane. Get off of me. I don’t belong to you. Not anymore. Get off of me, you asshole!”

“There’s no such a thing. You’re my little faerie. Always will be.” He lowered his jeans enough to free his cock. Then he tried to take off mine. I writhed hard, my legs flailing behind him as I slid my body back so that my knee would reach his balls.

“Why are you fighting me, Jo? I know you’re angry, but I’m back, and I’ll make it up to you.” His mouth approached mine, but I jerked my head away. He still kissed my cheek. “You’re my girl, and I love you.”

“I said I’m not yours anymore,” I seethed.

His eyes darkened with familiar rage. Then he inhaled me. “What’s that smell you reek of?”

Tirone’s darkness was dangerous, yet I knew how to handle it. Fuck, at some point, I even craved it. That was why I was beneath him against my will, but I wasn’t truly afraid. Somehow I knew I could fight him off one way or another. But when he smelled Laius on me, that was when real horror crept up my body.

“That’s none of your business. Now, get the hell out of my apartment and never show me your face again.”

He wiped his mouth and stared at me for a second. The next he tore my pants down, exposing my pussy. I screamed at him, but he choked me. “Where the fuck are your panties, Jo?”

My eyes teared up, but I kept my mouth shut. Just like I wouldn’t tell Laius about Ty to protect them both, I would never tell Ty about Laius.

His face contorted as if he was about to cry, but I wouldn’t be fooled by it. I used the tiny opportunity of his loosening up his grip and pushed myself back. Then my knee smacked his balls. As he bent, groaning, I hit him in the ribs, and then crawled and tripped out of the bed.