Page 69 of Malice
“That still doesn’t make sense. How did she not see his face? Are you sure she’s telling you the truth and not something to keep you from hurting her?”
“Too late for that. I messed her up and may have done what I was in jail for,” I said. My cock twitched at the thought of being inside her. Feeling her come all over me. The smell of her skin.
Fuck! Enough of that.
“Damn, and people call me the asshole.” Roach held out his hand. “Gimmie one of those.”
I tossed a burrito at him and chugged the rest of my coffee before continuing. I hated to admit it, but my stomach seemed pleased with the addition of solid food, and my head hurt less.
“Point is, I don’t know what to do with this. She should’ve at least spoken to me before she named me as her attacker, but she was fifteen, terrified, stabbed, and left for dead. So…there’s that. Before you ask, I don’t know why I only got ten years. I’m thinking Raine had something to do with that, but I was too pissed to ask last night.”
We ate in silence, and I stared out the window. The sun shone like mother nature hadn’t just tried to kill us yesterday.
“Don’t get pissed with me for asking this…” He shrugged. “But do you still have a thing for her? Like not of the obsessive hate variety?”
I laid my head back on the couch. My first instinct was to yell no and tell him to fuck off, but the reality was, I didn’t know. No, that wasn’t true. The ache in my chest and the pounding of my heart at the thought of her told me I was trying to lie to myself.
“I think so,” I admitted. “But the hate for what she did to me, regardless of why, is as strong as any other emotion.”
“Oh, I love hate-sex. I’m in.”
I lifted my head to glare at Roach.
“I didn’t mean with her. I just meant that it’s one of the best ball-boiling, euphoric experiences,” Roach said, his lip curling up.
“That’s a mighty big word to be coming out of you,” I teased.
“Shut the fuck up,” Roach said and then looked out the window. The sound of a vehicle had him standing and pulling his gun as he did. “You know anyone with a little red car?”
“Nope.”
I managed to get to my feet and hobbled over to the window. Fuck, my head didn’t like that, and I had to grab at the wall.
“Damn, she’s hot. Who the fuck is that? Someone looking for directions, or is she lost? I would give her directions right into my bedroom,” Roach said, sticking his gun in the back of his jeans.
I reached the window and saw Raine bent over, talking to the driver. A moment later, the car backed out and disappeared. My heart stumbled in my chest at the sight of her. The sunshine bathed her like a little fairy in my yard.
“Fuck, that girl is fine. I’ll be right back,” Roach said, and I snatched his arm.
“That’s Raine. You go anywhere near her with your cock, and I’ll kill you,” I growled.
“That’s her? No wonder you have it bad. How the hell did she find you?” Roach asked as a soft knock echoed through the house.
“I don’t know,” I mumbled, releasing Roach’s arm. Roach walked to the front door. “Where the hell do you think you’re going?”
“Oh, I’m not staying here for this. I need plausible deniability.” He smirked as he whipped open the door dramatically. I saw Raine jump back like she’d just been hit. I couldn’t blame her.
“Um, hi. I was told Kai is here,” she said, and my traitorous cock stood at the sound of her voice. I couldn’t get my head to stop spinning, but my cock worked fine. Figures.
Roach stepped onto the porch, and Raine’s eyes swung from him to me.
“Hunt me down when you’re done. I have an errand I need you for,” Roach said as he looked over his shoulder at me. His look said it all. He would fuck her if I gave him even a sniff of an opportunity.
His eyes were filled with mischief as he stood beside Raine, and I realized just how small she was. The anger that started last night over her attack flared in my gut. In a flash, I pictured her at fifteen, lucky to weigh eighty pounds soaking wet, trying to fight off three grown men. My teeth ground together until my jaw cracked.
“Don’t have too much fun,” Roach said, smiling as he jogged down the stairs.
Prick.
