Tirone (The Night Skulls MC #2)(76)

But living with the MC, partying like there was no tomorrow, despite what Laius claimed, wasn’t therapeutic. It might have worked for him, but it didn’t help Tirone with his own issues and anger bursts—like Laius had hoped instead of sending him to real therapy—or kept my PTSD under control. If anything, our mental health had taken a new low.

I wouldn’t blame the MC, though. I was Jocasta Larvin. The unwanted child. The bastard marred with sin. The girl doomed to misery. The Irish with no luck. Catastrophes followed me wherever I went. The past wouldn’t leave me be, seeking my long-overdue death, and the future was bitter with a psychopathic revenge for the forbidden waters I’d drowned in.

Under different circumstances, living here could have been the happiest time of my life, and a party like this one and loving, protective arms like Laius’s could have been all the therapy I needed. But for now, I grabbed a bottle of bourbon.

Laius, all smiles, shared it with me at first, but after several swigs, the smiles vanished. “Easy on the booze, Jo.”

I took another swig, feeling the burn down my throat. “It’s a party, ain’t it?” I drawled awkwardly, my voice taking a husky edge.

“I’ve never seen you with a fucking beer. Now, you’re gulping down bourbon…from the bottle?”

“Well, I’m not afraid of liver cancer. I’ll be dead way faster.” I pointed my fingers like a gun. “Pew! Pew!”

“You’re not gonna die, Jo. I promised you I’d protect you, and I promised you the Larvins would be dead before they touched a fucking hair of yours.”

But could he protect me from my worst mistake? The psycho monster that had been violating me under his roof? The devil he fathered? The son I’d made him promise not to hurt?

I’d been thinking about Tirone’s demand since he dared make it. Every corner of my mind refused it, begged me not to fall for another one of his traps. He couldn’t be telling the truth. He just wanted to break me. Even if I agreed to that stoop so low in sin and taboo, even if I managed to arrange for the impossible and had Tirone watch me with his father only to fuck me right after without being caught, he’d never let me go.

However, part of me clung to the sliver of hope he could be telling the truth. What if that forbidden scenario was going to be his cure and my freedom from the prison of his excruciating obsession? I knew I was being an idiot to even consider going through with such sickness or believing a word Ty would say, but what did I have to lose? He’d fuck me again and again whether I liked it or not, and I’d just take it so I wouldn’t hurt Laius or ruin my marriage. Until I couldn’t. Until all was lost like Tirone wanted.

Indulging that one last wish could be my salvation or the final straw. Either way, it’d be over. If it worked, the three of us would be saved. If it failed, then at least, I’d tried.

Remember the last time you tried something so desperate to save someone you loved? The sight of the blood coming out of my mom’s skull assaulted me. I lifted the bottle to my lips, but Laius yanked it out of my hand.

“Hey!” I tripped off my own feet. “That’s mine.”

He held my elbow to steady me. “Enough, baby.”

“You’re not my daddy, Furore.” I chuckled, my head swimming. Then, biting my lip, I glided a finger over his rock hard chest. “Unless you want to be.”

A shadow of a smile twisted his lips while his eyes rolled. Then he leaned in for a whisper. “Is that what you want? You wanna be Daddy’s good girl?”

“Oh, there’s no good girl here tonight.”

“Then maybe Daddy can show you what happens to naughty girls like you.”

I pressed my body brazenly to his and bent his head for a kiss. Then I licked under his earlobe and whispered, “Make it hurt, Daddy.”

“Fuck.”

“But first I want to dance. Can you dance, old man?”

With a snort, he twirled me to the dance floor. We joined the writhing bodies, practically mating, not just dancing. Even in jeans and a tee, I felt overdressed. Shirts were flying off both men and women. Some girls had even lost their shorts.

Then my eyes met Tirone’s. He held my gaze, the darkness dwelling in them menacing, his hands all over Candy’s tight ass while she offered him the full view of her breasts.

I spun, his obscene demand ringing in my head, my body shivering with the painful memory of what he was doing to me when he demanded it. I fought the tears, moving my back against Laius’s front, my head lolling back on his shoulder. “I want another drink.”

“You’ve had enough.”

“Not tonight.”

“Fine. I’ll get you just one more beer.”

“No. I want something that doesn’t taste like piss. Tequila. Do you have any?”

He dragged me to the bar and ordered a couple of shots. Then he, seductively, put a slice of lime in my mouth, poured salt on my neck, licked it ever so slowly, and then took his shot and maneuvered the lime out of my mouth in a kiss.

Flushed, I fanned myself. That wasn’t my first body shot, but with Furore, it reminded me why I chose the father over the son. If only life hadn’t been so cruel to doom us like that…

He handed me my shot. “Your turn.”

I followed his lead before the despair swallowed me. When I took the lime out of his mouth, his hands were in the back pockets of my jeans, cupping my ass and guiding me to the firmness in his pants.