I wince at his choice of words but stare ahead, determined not to let my emotions show, even though inside,I’m burning with a need to punish him for talking about her that way.
“Wait, you said Cassidy?” Stella asks, and her brow furrows. “Cassidy who?”
“The bitch whose brother took Alisha from us,” Warrior clarifies, dousing my previous lust in cold water and reminding me why I’m fucking her in the first place. “Cassidy Steel.”
Stella flinches, her eyes full of concern, and I hate that.
“How the fuck do you know her?” I bite out.
Her face whitens, and her eyes fill with something indescribable. “You… you know I can’t tell you that.”
“She a patient of yours?”
“No!” she clips back, and something lodges in my heart.
“I can’t discuss patients with you.” She speaks low. Really low, almost like she’s talking to herself.
A patient of hers.
Suddenly, something from a previous conversation clicks into place, and I glare back at her. “The kid can speak.”
She swallows hard, no doubt thinking she’s given too much away, but she knows she can trust us, like we can trust her.
Hope fills her eyes. “Are you sure?” Her eyes implore mine, then she shakes her head and guilt swims in them.
Am I sure? The question grates on me. Is this the shit Cassidy has to put up with? I’ve seen and witnessed firsthand how she speaks to her son, and him to her. She loves him and he adores her. Hell, she went without sanitary products so the kid could have his damn chocolate.
Something no mother should have to do.
Guilt cuts through me when I think about it, a surge ofpain so deep my fist covers my heart in a lame attempt to shield it.
“Heard him with my own two goddamn ears,” I fire back. “Speaks just fine.”
“Didn’t hear him say much when you had your cock down her throat and he walked in.” Hunter chuckles and drops down on the stool next to me. Fury fires through me as I slice my gaze over to his, and then I push back on my bar stool to stand.
“You did what?” Stella gasps, and Warrior’s chuckle gets louder while the room suddenly feels like it’s shrinking in, suffocating me.
“The kid speaks,” I grit out, and barge past Warrior, knocking his shoulder.
“Killa? Where are you going?” Stella chases after me as I storm outside. “Killa, wait!”
She rushes toward me as I throw a leg over my hog. “Killa, please.” Desperation laces her words, and I peer down at her hand curled around my biceps. “Please, they’ve been through so much.”
“Ain’t gonna hurt ’em,” I confess, and shrug her hand off me.
“Aren’t you?” She eyes me suspiciously, and her words twist in my gut, but I shake them off.
Turning the throttle on my hog, my Harley roars to life, causing her to take a step back.
It’s time for my little demon to unite with the devil again, but this time, I have a new agenda.
It appears I should fucking woo her.
CASSIDY
Slowly, I raise my head and listen for Noah. My entire body aches from the pounding Killa gave me last night, and I wince when I consider the messy state my lower body must be in.
The thought of seeing him again makes me want to curl up in a ball and die from embarrassment. He knows I use tissues as an alternative to sanitary products because I can’t afford to give Noah what I promised and take care of myself. Jesus, how low can I be?
