Furore (The Night Skulls MC #1)(48)

His jaw twisted while he gave a low snarl. Then he put the barrel inside my pussy. My eyes widened at him, and I forgot how to breathe. “What the fuck?”

“Since when do you swear like a biker, Jo?”

My heart forgot how to beat, too. Holy shit, did he know?

“Did you really think I just left you?” He pushed the gun barrel inside me and then out, fucking me with it, stopping my heart with every terrifying, humiliating thrust. “Here’s the thing, baby. I disappeared because my piece of shit father isn’t dead like I told you. Mom left him years ago because he abused her. She was afraid he was going to abuse me, too. But the day I disappeared, he came to our house, drunk, and attacked my mother. He almost killed her. I stood up to him, and he attacked me, too. She called the cops in time. Who knew what would have happened if they hadn’t caught him?”

He watched me gasp as he entered me with a weapon, and then his eyes sparked with arousal as he watched the barrel glisten with my juices and what remained of Laius’s cum. “He threatened me that day, Jo. He threatened to hurt me because I helped my mother. The only way he could hurt me was through the people I loved. Mom and you. I had to stay with her all the time to protect her, at least, until I knew he was behind bars. At the same time, I was afraid he was gonna find out about us and hurt you, baby. He’s a criminal with ties to the mob. What if he found out who you really was?” He pushed the gun deeper, violating me. “I had to pretend I didn’t know you, Jo. I had to pretend I didn’t care about you only to protect you, baby. But I was never gonna leave you. How could you think I would?”

I didn’t know what to say or even feel, so I just cried. Maybe if I hadn’t met Laius, maybe if I hadn’t had a literal gun in my vagina, there would have been a chance I believed him and even forgiven him. I’d have seen what he’d done as a noble sacrifice and loved him even more.

But why did he not just tell me the truth back then? We had a burner phone he could have answered once to explain. That was all it would have taken to keep me from the heartache and worry. Instead, I was being forced to listen to his story, which was supposed to make me forgive him, that could be nothing but lies, while being fucked with a gun. He was cleaning me up, scraping my pussy out of another man’s cum with a fucking loaded gun.

“I’ll never leave you, little faerie. You’re the love of my life. You understand me. You love me. So do I. Even when I had to go away, I kept my eye on you when I could. At first, I had to stay away completely, but when he was sentenced to a couple of years behind bars, I checked in on you. I knew you got that job at the Arena. I knew you were still at the school. I even saw you at Belle View, but I couldn’t talk to you. I couldn’t be seen with you without risking your life. Can you imagine how hard that was for me? To be this close to you and never be able to even say hi?” His whole face darkened. “Then I saw you this morning in Rosewood…”

“Ty…please stop.”

“Stop what?” He pointed at the gun. “This?”

“Yes. Please.”

“Not until you come, Miss Meneceo.”

“What?” How could I fucking come with a loaded gun scratching inside my vagina about to blow my insides up any second?

“Remember when I called you Miss Meneceo in bed? I thought that was our thing. But you just had to fall for another student. In fucking prison.”

Tears flooded out of me. Tirone knew about Laius, and I didn’t know what to do to protect the man I loved from my psychotic ex. “How did you know all those things? And what were you doing in Rosewood?”

“Well, the part where my father is Night Skulls is real. They were having a party, which I’m sure you knew about, and I was invited because I’m kind of legacy. It’s a club thing. I’m sure your new boyfriend told you.”

“He’s not my boyfriend.”

“Oh, Jo. He made you become a liar, too?” He pushed the gun even deeper that it felt as if lodged in my throat. “You know when I didn’t see you last night I was so happy. I thought my doubts were nothing but that, doubts. I thought you were still waiting for me, and I was counting the seconds until I came back and told you everything, knowing you’d understand because you had a shitty father, too, and then you’d forgive me and everything would be just the same. But…” He sighed a moan. Then he dipped his fist inside my now loose wig and fisted the back of my hair, staring at me angrily. “Come like you came for him this morning.” He pushed the gun in and out of me faster, hurting me, punishing me, fucking me. “Come.”

“I can’t,” I whimpered.

“Then how about I use my cock instead? That will do the trick. Always did.”

“No.”

“You don’t seem to understand me, baby. You will break up with Furore, and you will give me back my pussy if you want him to stay alive. Otherwise, you’ll leave me no choice but to wipe that motherfucker off the face of earth and fuck you on top of his fucking corpse, in front of his whole gang if I had to.”

My eyes squeezed. A few months ago, I’d have thought that was hot. I liked it when he made those jealous threats. I loved it when he was possessive of me. Listening to them now, knowing they could become more than empty threats, knowing it was Laius he was going to hurt, curdled the blood in my veins. “Do you think if you kill him I can be with you again?”