"Nice to know you can creep into a house undetected. You must get that from your father." I scoffed.
"I didn't creep into shit. I have a key."
"Then shit, it's nice to know you still know how to use it," I fussed.
Thinking that was the end of it, I picked up the iPad and started out of the kitchen, but Talon grabbed my arm, yanking me into him.
"What do you think you're doing?"
I glared at his hand on my arm, then stared him down with the same disgust I felt in my heart.
"Why is that nigga texting my daughter's iPad Choyce and don't make me ask you again?" His voice dropped into a low growl.
"Is that lion cub ass growl supposed to scare me?" I rumbled with laughter, then yanked my arm from his grasp. "I don't need you anymore."
"Because you have him?" Talon's chin jutted toward the iPad, but the grimace on his face stayed with me.
"This has nothing to do with Honor and every fucking thing to do with you."
My hands trembled as every emotion I've felt since Lucian's visit came rushing back.
"You don't get to ignore me for days, then come in here demanding answers like you weren't out swallowing nut and gargling balls."
"I don't swallow," he seethed, stepping into my face.
A crude smirk formed on my lips. "But you gargle balls?"
Talon slammed his hand against the island. "I don't do none of that shit, is what I'm telling you."
I laughed, tossing my head back so he knew just how hilarious I found his little tough guy act.
"Yeah, okay, Talon. Get the fuck out my face." I jabbed my finger into his forehead, knocking his head back, then slipped around him and walked out of the kitchen.
I didn't need to look over my shoulder to know he was following me down the hall like a shadow.
"Talon, I'm telling you now," I dryly said. "I'm not in the mood."
I tossed Cherish's iPad onto the couch and turned to face him.
"Talon—"
He shoved me against the wall, the impact knocking the breath from my lungs. His hand firmly closed around my neck as his thumb pressed beneath my jaw.
"Not until you tell me why Honor has my daughter's contact information."
"Talon, I can't—" it came out muffled as I forced out what little air I had left.
He leaned in, close enough for his breath to brush my skin.
"I don't give a fuck. This the kind of shit you like, right? You love for a man to get rough and act like he ain't got no fucking sense. That's why you like Honor, huh?"
Spit flew as he shoved me forward, then slammed me back against the wall.
"Fuck you want from me, Choyce? You want me to be like him? I can't! Just like I can't be like my father. I'm nothing like him, and he hates that shit."
Talon's words came fast, reckless, spiraling.
"Yeah, you want me to be like him. I can tell 'cause you have that spark in your eye. Is that why you got the nigga on my daughter's iPad?" His eyes were wild and unfocused. "You want him to be her daddy? Honor will never be her fucking daddy! Do you hear me, bitch? Cherish will never be Honor's daughter!"
