“I said get out of the fucking car!”
“Yell harder, Jo.” I gestured at the windshield, at the many students and staff members scattered outside. “Make a fucking scene. Show everybody there’s something wrong happening between you and yourstepson.”
She swore under her breath, tapping the steering wheel. “What do you want?”
“I reckoned I didn’t leave things on the best of terms last time I was inside you, ma’am,” I drawled like Furore, letting my fingers crawl up her thigh.
She caught my wrist in a flash and twisted it. “I’m going to break your hand if you think about laying it on me ever again. I don’t give a fuck if I make a scene. I don’t give a fuck about anything.”
I groaned in pain. If she applied any more strength or pressure, she’d break my hand. Why did her fighting me, angering me, even slapping me, turn me on? Perhaps I was a glutton for punishment just like her. Or because strong women were a challenge to bring to their knees. It made the game much more fun. “Oh, you will give a fuck when you know what’s gonna happen if you don’t obey me.”
“Nothing is going to happen because you’re a coward. You always hide behind me, forcing me to carry your guilt instead of facing it on your own. You always send me to do your dirty work, Tirone. Nevermore.”
“Think again, little faerie.” I smirked with another groan. “Do you remember the guy that hit on you at the bar or Lenard Grant?”
Color rushed out of her face. “What the fuck are you up to now?”
“Many things that are ten times worse than what happened to those two, and the worst part is, it’s gonna happen to random, innocent people that have nothing to do with the shit you did to me. I don’t think you want blood on your hands, Jo. Actual blood.”
Her hand dropped off mine. “What the fuck?”
“Remember when you told me you’d rather died if you couldn’t be happy with him? That if I killed him, you’d go to the Lanzas yourself and let them kill you?”
“The same goes if you hurt an innocent person, Tirone.”
“Who cares? I don’t. I don’t care about you anymore.” I knew I was lying to myself before her, but I’d keep lying until I believed it so that excruciating pain would leave me the fuck alone. “Give yourself to the mob that’s gonna kill you. I’ll drive you myself, little faerie.”
“You’d rather see me dead than happy?”
“Isn’t that exactly what you did to me? You preferred to see me dead than happy when you chose him over me. You killed me first, Jo. Eye for an eye, little faerie. If I can’t have you, no one else will.The present mixed with reasons gone, and past and present all as one. Say maiden can thy life be led, to join the living to the dead. Then trace thy footsteps on with me. We’re wed to one eternity.That was my promise to you. The only one I intend to keep.”
She didn’t seem to be breathing for a few moments, but then she leaned back. “How did you earn your cut back, Rex?”
Rex?“He didn’t make me kill anyone if that’s what you’re asking.”
“Then all your threats about killing someone are bullshit. You don’t know what it takes to murder someone.”
“And you do?”
I couldn’t see her eyes because of the shades, but I didn’t miss the little twitch in her lips and the bob of her throat. “Get out of my car, Rex. I’m done playing games.”
“Don’t call me Rex. That’s for them, not for you.”
“We’re all Night Skulls now,Rex, ain’t we?”
I snorted. “It doesn’t suit you.”
“The accent?”
“And the life.”
“But they suityou. The accent, the life…and your new girlfriend.”
“Is that a hint of jealousy I detect in your voice, Miss M?”
“To the contrary, I’m delighted you finally found another girl. Now you’ll leave me the fuck alone. You had your revenge in the worst of ways, and I took it all. It’s time we moved on and became a real family.”
My eyes rolled. “I opened up a new operation for Furore in Westfield. Your husband, the man you chose over me, makes me sell drugs to kids. That’s how I earned my cut back.” I put my hand under her skirt and cupped her pussy. “But as for killing, don’t worry. I can handle it. But, by all means, don’t take my word for it. Go ahead and try me.”
