Tirone (The Night Skulls MC #2)(69)

Suddenly, her hot coffee was flying in the air in my direction. I ducked, and then the cup smashed into pieces right next to me. “Jeez. Did you just throw your coffee at me, Jo?” I glanced at Furore. “The bitch wants to burn me.”

He punched me in the jaw. “Call her bitch or mention her pussy one more time, and you won’t see your dick again. You wanna be a part of this family, you gotta fucking respect it.”

Pain and darkness and blood. Pain and darkness and fucking blood.

“I want to transfer from the school, too, Laius,” she said.

Over my dead body. He wanted her out of the house, fine, but the school was my turf. I wouldn’t let her get away that easily. “Why now, Jo? Your husband is giving you a new house to live where I can only have chaperoned visits and I didn’t say a word. You married my father, and I gave you my word and kept my distance, didn’t I?”

She shot me a murderous glare. I took it the coward, little faerie hadn’t told the mighty king on me.

I smirked at both of them. “Maybe, it’s not me you don’t trust to stay away whenever we’re together.” Whistling, I walked out of the kitchen. “Candy! Come here, baby! I heard my wicked stepmother made you wear your underwear on your head yesterday. Let me make it up to you.” I threw a quick glance at fuming Jo, and Daddy Dearest, in whose chest I’d just sowed the seeds of doubt about his wife’s fidelity. “You don’t fuck her anymore, right?”

Candy trotted my way, her tits naked for whomever was playing with them. “You need me, Rex?”

“Yeah, baby, come to my room.”

“I thought you had a girlfriend.”

With a wolfish grin on my face, I glanced at Jo from the corner of my eye. “Guess what? She turned out to be a cheating, lying bitch.”

Furore barked, coming after me. Cackling, I grabbed Candy’s hand, and we ran together to my room. Then I locked it before he could catch us. Take that, Prez.





CHAPTER 38


Tirone



“Get out of the fucking car,” Jo rustled, her hand on the key in ignition, as I slid into her car where she seemed to be hiding in the school parking lot at lunch.

I slammed the door shut, settling inside, ignoring her. “I see you still come to my school, teach. What? You couldn’t find another job or your husband made you come here still to prove me wrong…or it’s you who want to prove him and yourself wrong?”

“I said get out of the fucking car!”

“Yell harder, Jo.” I gestured at the windshield, at the many students and staff members scattered outside. “Make a fucking scene. Show everybody there’s something wrong happening between you and your stepson.”

She swore under her breath, tapping the steering wheel. “What do you want?”

“I reckoned I didn’t leave things on the best of terms last time I was inside you, ma’am,” I drawled like Furore, letting my fingers crawl up her thigh.

She caught my wrist in a flash and twisted it. “I’m going to break your hand if you think about laying it on me ever again. I don’t give a fuck if I make a scene. I don’t give a fuck about anything.”

I groaned in pain. If she applied any more strength or pressure, she’d break my hand. Why did her fighting me, angering me, even slapping me, turn me on? Perhaps I was a glutton for punishment just like her. Or because strong women were a challenge to bring to their knees. It made the game much more fun. “Oh, you will give a fuck when you know what’s gonna happen if you don’t obey me.”

“Nothing is going to happen because you’re a coward. You always hide behind me, forcing me to carry your guilt instead of facing it on your own. You always send me to do your dirty work, Tirone. Nevermore.”

“Think again, little faerie.” I smirked with another groan. “Do you remember the guy that hit on you at the bar or Lenard Grant?”

Color rushed out of her face. “What the fuck are you up to now?”

“Many things that are ten times worse than what happened to those two, and the worst part is, it’s gonna happen to random, innocent people that have nothing to do with the shit you did to me. I don’t think you want blood on your hands, Jo. Actual blood.”

Her hand dropped off mine. “What the fuck?”

“Remember when you told me you’d rather died if you couldn’t be happy with him? That if I killed him, you’d go to the Lanzas yourself and let them kill you?”

“The same goes if you hurt an innocent person, Tirone.”

“Who cares? I don’t. I don’t care about you anymore.” I knew I was lying to myself before her, but I’d keep lying until I believed it so that excruciating pain would leave me the fuck alone. “Give yourself to the mob that’s gonna kill you. I’ll drive you myself, little faerie.”

“You’d rather see me dead than happy?”

“Isn’t that exactly what you did to me? You preferred to see me dead than happy when you chose him over me. You killed me first, Jo. Eye for an eye, little faerie. If I can’t have you, no one else will. The present mixed with reasons gone, and past and present all as one. Say maiden can thy life be led, to join the living to the dead. Then trace thy footsteps on with me. We’re wed to one eternity. That was my promise to you. The only one I intend to keep.”