My eyes snap open. “Shut the fuck up, you’re ruining my fucking buzz.”
She squeezes my cock, her eyes challenging. “Make me.”
Fisting my hand in her hair, I yank her to my mouth and kiss her roughly. Not because I want to, but because I need her to shut the fuck up. I don’t want to hear her voice, don’t want to think at all.
She whimpers against my mouth, and I tear away from her, suddenly disgusted with myself.
“You’re a fucking dumbass.”
Looking up, I find Foxy standing in front of us, arms crossed over her chest and her eyes narrowed to slits.
“Yeah, well,” I take another swig straight from the bottle. “Tell me something I haven’t heard before.”
“Frankie will?—“
“Don’t say her fucking name!” I snarl, pain slicing through my chest. I don’t want to hear about her, I don’t want to think about her. She walked out without giving me a chance to explain. “Fuck her.”
Foxy sighs, shaking her head. “She’ll come to her senses, Bane. And when she does, do you want her to find you like this?” She lifts her lip in disgust, glaring at Destiny. “With her?”
The clubhouse door swings open, and I blink hard, certain I’m hallucinating. But there she is—Frankie, standing in thedoorway, her blonde hair pulled back in a messy bun, wearing jeans and a simple t-shirt. She looks beautiful and devastated all at once.
“I must be more fucked up than I thought,” I mutter, rubbing my eyes. But when I look again she’s still there, moving toward us with hesitant steps.
Her eyes go to Destiny pressed against my side, and the hurt that washes over her face feels like a knife to my gut. I should get up, should shove Destiny off me, but I don’t. I double down, determined to hurt her as much as she’s hurt me.
“Get the fuck out of here,” I growl, tightening my arm around Destiny’s shoulders.
Tears well up in her eyes. “You’re a mess,” she says brokenly.
“I’m happier now,” I sneer, pulling Destiny closer and squeezing her tit roughly. “Got a real woman now who knows how to take care of her man.”
A sob breaks past her lips and one at a time the tears fall down her cheeks. I hate myself for it, but I can’t seem to stop the venom pouring out of me.
“You were a lousy lay anyway,” I add, the lie tasting like ash in my mouth.
Destiny laughs, running her hand up and down my thigh. “I told you he’s always comes back to me,” she says, the shot fired right at Frankie. “It’s my pussy he’s addicted to, bitch.”
“Exactly,” I lick my bottom lip, even as my stomach revolts against the words. “If you don’t want to watch Destiny suck my dick, you might want to leave.”
“I hate you,” Frankie sobs running out of here completely destroyed.
“I’m done,” Foxy announces, her voice cold as ice. “I’m done trying to help your stupid ass.” She storms off after Frankie, slamming the door behind her.
The moment they’re gone, I shove Destiny off me so hard she tumbles to the floor.
“What the fuck?” she shrieks.
“Get out,” I rasp, hating myself for what I’ve done.
“But—“
“I said, get the fuck out!” I roar, hurling the bottle of Jack against the wall.
Destiny scrambles to her feet, backing away from me with wide eyes. “You’re fucking crazy,” she spits before running out.
I drag myself upstairs to my room at the clubhouse and slam the door, sliding down it until I hit the floor.
Fuck all these bitches. I don’t need their shit.
