“Vi. In the fucking truck.” I release him, dragging Vi from the back seat and hauling her over my shoulder before throwing her down in the passenger seat of the Ford Ranger.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” she screams.
The brother folds his arms across his chest, watching me wrestle with her, still wearing the same fucking smirk.
I buckle her in as she fights like a bratty two-year-old throwing a tantrum, then round the pick up and jump into the driver’s side, banging my foot against the clutch and shifting into reverse. The engine roars, climbing through the narrow lane, but the silence between us deafens me, along with the raging throb in my temple.
“How did you know where I was?”
The atmosphere in the cab thickens like smog, clouding my thoughts. Anger rolls from my pores in waves. I can’t look at her. Memories of her mother flash through my mind. It’s like watching her demise all over again. I lived through it once. I can’t relive it.
“Are you going to answer me?”
“I told you to stay the fuck away from them.”
“Well, thanks to you insisting on driving me to the party, Jesse was the only guy who dared to talk to me. You knew that would happen, didn’t you?”
“You disobeyed me.”
“Everyone else might be shit scared of you, but I’m not.”
“You should be.”
She huffs. I pull my eyes from the road as she folds her arms over her chest, forcing her tits higher. “How the fuck did you know where I was?”
The gravel crunches under the tyres, the comforting sound of coming home. Only what I’m about to do brings me no comfort. After exiting the car, I open her door and drag her out the same way I hauled her in.
She pummels my back with her fists as I carry her into the house on my shoulder. “Are you going to answer me?”
I drop her onto the kitchen table. “I put a tracker on your phone. And it’s a good fucking job I did. What do you think you were doing with him?”
She stands, pushing against my chest. “Taking care of business. What else?”
I crowd over her frame. “You would let them touch you, just to get off?”
“If not them, who?” It’s a question aimed directly at me as her hazel eyes search mine for a hint of desire. She must know I crave her just as I did her mum. I push the thought down, along with any ambition of making her mine.
Her bright violet hair frames her scowling face. If I weren’t so damn mad, I might find her amusing. She needs to learn the Bennett brothers are off-limits. If I have to suffer this penance, so does she.
“I should punish you for disobeying me.”
“You know you’re not actually my dad, right?”
I lean in close to her with a growl. “If I were, you’d be feeling my belt right about now.”
Her mouth parts, but there’s a challenge in her eyes. “Do it. Spank me. I dare you.” She's forbidden fruit, but oh, so tempting.
“Don’t tempt me, Vi.”
She leans over the table, pushing her round ass out, ready to receive her punishment. I’ve never struck a woman, and I don’t intend to start now. “I knew you were all talk.”
Unable to take that challenging look any longer, I dig my fingers into her wide hips spread against the table. “All right, you asked for it.”
She pushes her ass against me, and I sink my fingers further into her curves. Her head turns to the side, cheek planted against the oak table. “Wha…what are you going to do?” She trembles, but with a breathy excitement.
Holding her wrists and pressing against her back, I unbuckle my belt with my free hand. “I warned you what would happen if you fucked around with those pricks.”
Her eyes widen, but not with fear. It’s something else. Her body stills as she watches me pull my belt through each loop of my jeans.
