Page 70 of I Was Born Ruined (Death by Daybreak MC 1)
His body goes stiff, and he sits up, chucking his condom into the same wastebasket that Grainger used. I’ll have to empty it before Nellie sees. The last thing in the world I’d ever want to do is have a heart-to-heart with that woman.
“My sister …” he starts, and then he grits his teeth in anger. “I don’t have a sister.”
“Not anymore, but—” The glare he levels on me cuts me right off.
“We just fucked; I owe don’t you anything,” he snaps, but his voice is rife with hurt. At first, I think he’s going to storm out and leave, but he just fixes his pants and leans back on the bed, covering his face with his hands. When he drops them by his sides again, his face is empty. “Or maybe I do. I should’ve been there.”
“Cat told you not to be,” I say with a shrug, feeling my own wetness on my thighs. I’ll need to shower before too long. Sitting in this cocoon of darkness with Sin is nice though, unexpected. “What could you do?”
“I …” he starts, and then sighs, closing his eyes again. “He didn’t expressly tell us to stay away, just that we no longer had to be here. And I … thought about stopping by that day.”
“Why didn’t you?” I choke out, my voice rough. I’m trembling now, and I’m not sure I can bear to hear what he has to say. And yet, I make myself endure it anyway.
“It doesn’t matter now,” he continues, keeping his eyes closed. “We can’t go back in time, now can we?” His breathing evens out, shallows. I lean closer and poke at his shoulder, but he doesn’t move. Either he’s asleep, or he’s pretending to be, so he doesn’t have to talk to me. Whatever. He’s drunk anyway, right? Pursing my lips, I fix my skirt and settle myself in the pillows, content to watch and wait for him to wake up.
But after a while, I fall asleep. It’s only for a minute or two, I swear, but when I open my eyes, Sin is gone.
Fucker.
I slip off the bed, stumbling a little and realizing I’m still drunk or high or whatever. Between my legs, there’s a sweet soreness, but I don’t mind it. It’s a good reminder that it all actually happened, that I managed to bag two of my father’s officers in one night. The hot water of the shower helps soothe some of that ache, and when I get out, I change into a black silk nightgown that hits at mid-thigh.
Beast is sitting in the living room when I finally come downstairs for some water, a solitary figure limned in darkness. He glances over at me, and I get chills all over my body. I pause in the doorway to the kitchen, my hand on the archway. For a week after my sisters died, I didn’t think I’d be able to come back to this house. Shit, I didn’t think I’d be able to drive in this neighborhood again. But as my pain grew and twisted inside of me, I realized that I was desperate for any little piece of them. A glimpsed memory here or there, even a horrible one, is better than no memories at all.
“Where’s everyone else?” I ask, but not because I actually care. The last two people I want to see right now are Sin and Grainger, weird as that may sound. After sharing my body with them, I feel like I just need space.
“Taking turns canvassing the property and the neighborhood,” he says, voice low and quiet. I’d be afraid of him, if I had any sense in me. Or if I had anything worth living for. “Did you need something?”
I shake my head, and he turns away, breaking the tension. Well, at least there’s tension on my part. Maybe not so much on Beast’s end. Padding across the floor in bare feet, I get a glass and fill it with ice and water from the fridge. It’s sort of surprising how much sex has taken out of me. I feel exhausted, thirsty, and hungry at the same time I feel energized, like I could take on Cat if I had to.
“Any sign of trouble?” I ask as I grab another beer, and move back into the living room to sit opposite Beast on the couch. He turns to look at me again, one brow just slightly cocked in surprise. Sitting casually on the sofa with the club’s sanctioned assassin while in my nightie is a little weird. Even with my fucked-up upbringing, I know that.
“Nothing yet.” I nod and sip my water, watching Beast over the rim. The storm is still raging, and the power’s still out, but I’m not worried. With these four men in here, the mafia would need an army. And even if they bring one, at least I won’t be going out a virgin. I lean back into the pillows, making the hemline of my nightgown crawl up my thighs until it’s damn near indecent.
