Page 125 of Reckless Vengeance

I missed curling up with Sasha after eating turkey, just enjoying each other’s company. Rory had hugged me, trying to fix all the broken pieces I usually kept hidden away, and for a second, that familiar feeling had hit me hard.

I hadn’t even realized it was happening until we joined the others and she snuck off with Skeeter. The feelings had been hard to understand, making no fucking sense as I worked through them in my head.

It felt like jealousy, but why would that be the case? She was Skeeter’s girl, she wasn’t Sasha, so I must have been feeling something else. Maybe a sense of longing?

Rory always made sure that I was okay, and I could feel how genuine her concern for me was. Usually, girls pretended to care as a tactic to get me alone, but she never pushed me. She liked hearing about Sasha, keeping her memory alive instead of trying to make me forget her.

Her hug had almost done me in, my body relaxing into her hold for the first time in so long, her touch healing something I hadn’t realized needed healing. Her touch didn’t make me angry, it calmed me.

Which made the guilt ten times worse when I thought about it as I watched her sleep on Caden last night, wishing she’d been sitting with me instead.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

I glanced up, finding a naked Claire in front of me with a raised eyebrow, reaching for my bottle that I pulled back from her.

“Fuck off, Davidson,” I warned, not in the mood for her shit in the slightest.

“What’s wrong? Bad day?”

I ignored her, swigging from the bottle and checking my phone, jerking back when she straddled my lap.

“Get the fuck off me. Now,” I snapped, making her giggle like I’d said something funny as she leaned closer to trail her finger down my chest.

“You need to relax more, Diesel. Let me help you.”

My skin crawled at the thought, like it always did when she offered herself to me, and the second her hand trailed lower to cup my junk, I stood abruptly, sending her sprawling across the concrete floor.

My gun was in my hand before she could say anything, her eyes going wide as I pointed it at her.

“I’ve told you to leave me alone,” I spat, stepping closer until the barrel was pressed against her forehead. Mandy was screaming something at me, but I ignored it. “I could take a photo of you right now and send it to your daddy. Would that make you back off?”

“Why are you doing this to me?” she asked as she sobbed, and I really hoped she was terrified enough to realize I wasn’t the sweet man she thought she could manipulate to get her foot in the door here.

“You really think I’d want you? I have zero attraction to you, you reek of shit perfume, and you’re honestly a cunt. The real question is why are you doing this to me?” I barked, seriously considering pulling the trigger.

“Whoa, hey. That one’s too much trouble to clean up, bro. I’ve looked at it from every angle to try and make it happen, trust me,” Skeeter said firmly as he appeared. I hadn’t even heard the McLaren pull up outside. He’d only been gone for a little while, so his meeting with Hunter must have gone to shit.

He put his hand on my arm, making sure I wasn’t blacked out before taking my gun from me.

“What did she do?” he asked firmly, his hand tapping my cheek lightly when I didn’t answer. “Diesel, tell me.”

“She won’t leave me alone,” I bit out, feeling dirty now I’d had her skin on me. “She straddled me and grabbed my cock.”

“She touched you?” he growled, handing my gun back to probably stop himself from shooting her.

“He’s such a sad sack all the time, I’m just trying to help!” she threw back as she wiped her cheeks, crawling towards Skeeter. “Thank you, he went crazy.”

Skeeter grabbed her by the hair and hauled her up, making her cry out as she tried to pry his hand off her.

“I’d love nothing more than to let him kill you, Claire. You’re a worthless piece of shit. You want to try and assault my guys? He said no. I’m aware that’s not a word you hear often, but as a woman, you should understand the importance of it. How would you fucking feel if a naked man sat on you and groped you?”

“You’re hurting me!”

“Let her go!” Mandy screeched, trying to help Claire as Skeeter dragged her towards the main door.

He shoved it open and tossed her out, probably giving her road rash as she skidded on the ground.

“Leave the girls alone, man. She’s right, you know? The asshole just needs to feel pussy on his cock and it would fix half of his problems,” Matteo called out, giving me a new target for my emotions. Unlike Claire, I could actually punch Matteo in the face.