Marc (Bowen Boys, #4)(45)
She tore his jeans from him. Then his boxers. When she fisted his cock and took him to her mouth, he lost all train of thought but what she was doing to him. His last thought was that he’d take her tomorrow after work. Then she touched his balls and he was gone.
Chapter 15
Anita looked out the hotel window. She’d been there for nearly a week now, and she was bored. She glanced over at the man on her bed, trying to remember where he’d come from, but drew a blank. He’d been a great way to end her shitty night last night, but now she just wanted him gone. Going to the bed, she slapped him in the face.
“Get out.” He looked at her like he wasn’t sure what she’d said. “I said to get the f*ck out. I’m finished with you, and unless you want rolled into a sheet and tossed into the dumpster out back, I would suggest you get out now.”
She found his pants and tossed them at him as he sat up. Then she picked up his shirt and underwear. Anita held them up. Tighty-whities? What grown man wore those anymore? She threw them at him as well. Finding and throwing his shoes at him made her laugh. He wasn’t very fast on his feet, it seemed. When he was pulling on his pants, holding onto all his stuff, she went to the door and held it open for him.
“You really are a f*cking cunt, aren’t you?” She smiled at his question. “Your loss, bitch. I’m better in the morning.”
“I should hope so. You weren’t any good last night, that’s for sure.” Before he could say anything, she slammed the door in his face. She walked back to the bedroom to get a shower when her phone rang. She looked at the caller ID and ignored it. Daddy was on her shit list too.
To think he wouldn’t let her come home when she’d left Roy’s house. She was remembering bits and pieces of what she’d done to poor Roy, but not all. She still had no idea what had set her off. She’d been violent like that before, more than that really, but didn’t have any idea what he’d done to her to make her so pissed. And then when she’d ended up at some bus stop with blood on her hands, she had called her daddy. He hadn’t answered her the first day, and when he had on the second, she’d asked him for help.
“Do you know what it cost me to have him taken care of?” She’d asked him if he’d killed him. “No, I did not. I helped the poor bastard. Good God Anita, you nearly killed the man. He had nine broken ribs, more cuts on his back than the doctor could count, and you damaged his kidneys. If he doesn’t need a transplant after this, it will be a miracle. The man is going to be sick for a very long while.”
“So? It’s not my fault. He must have done something to make me so mad.” She hadn’t known then and still didn’t as yet. “I don’t know why you didn’t just let him die. It would have been a lot better for him in the long run. Especially for me. You want to make me happy, don’t you, Daddy?”
He didn’t say anything. The smile she’d had had faded. This wasn’t what she had expected from the man who had given her everything. That was until that whore had killed her brother. Jonny was going to pay for the sins of her mother, she’d thought then, and had thought since she’d figured out that Jonny was Deb’s daughter.
He asked her what she wanted. “I want to come home. I want to be with you for the rest of our lives together. You have said a great many times that we need to be there for each other, that we’re all we have. Well, I think you’re right. I want you to let me come there and stay.”
She’d began throwing her things back in the suitcase she’d brought with her as she waited for him to tell her that he’d let her and was sending the car for her. She had just been ready to drag it out the door when he finally spoke.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea. I have a great many people coming in and out of here all the time, and I don’t think having you here in the state you’ve been in lately will be conducive to business. You stay wherever you are and I’ll…I’ll send you some money. But coming here is out of the question.”
She waited for him to tell her he was joking. Not that he’d been much of a kidder, but she waited all the same. She sat down on the edge of the couch, terrified for the first time in her life of her daddy.
“But, Daddy, I’m your little girl. You have to let me come home. I’m all the family you have left.” He told her no again, and anger surged though her. “You’ll regret this. Mark my words, Daddy dear, you will regret this.”
“There are a great many things in my life I regret, Anita. More than a normal man should have, but this will never be one of them. You are not to step foot on any property that I own, or so help me I will have them shoot you on sight. You need help. A great deal of it, but I’m not going to help you anymore. You’re on your own.”
The call ended, and she sat there for nearly an hour before she realized she had nowhere to go and no one to help her. Going to the bedroom again, she put her clothes away carefully and crawled into the bed. She had been there until yesterday.
Getting out the shower, she dressed with care. She noticed that she was shaky and went to the mini-bar. There was always something there to give her a pick-up. She pulled the bottle of vodka out and began drinking straight from the bottle. This was what she needed.
By the time she remembered that her daddy had called, she was starting on the bottle of something brown. She couldn’t read it and swore that someone had messed up the label so that she would think she was drinking top shelf when it was only watered down cheap shit. She staggered to her phone and tried to see the numbers and pressed one, hoping it was her daddy. It wasn’t, it was Roy.