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Another knock on the door echoes through the room, and she smirks like she knows who it is, sliding the gun back in her bag. “Tell them to go. We have more talking to do.”
I walk to the door, looking down the small hallway to my room on the way. Keir’s mother is holding Wren in her arms. She catches my eye and winks before she continues to pace with her. When I open the front door, Keir is standing there with Piper, Joey, and Roberto right behind him.
“You can’t come in,” I tell him.
“And why is that?” he asks softly. I glance over my shoulder to where Paige is trying to see who’s here, then I step back and hold open the door for her to have a better view. When she realizes who it is, she squeals and gets up from the couch, her gun in hand again.
Keir steps in and immediately places himself right in front of me. I hear the click of the gun, then the loud sound that follows. His body jolts just a fraction before Piper is in the room and in front of Paige, removing the gun forcefully from her hand. My eyes search Keir’s back, and blood is soaking through his blue button-up shirt. He doesn’t seem to notice, though.
“Your arm.” I reach for it and step around him to get a better look.
“It only grazed me. Luckily, she is a shit shot,” Keir says as Piper holds on to Paige.
Bianca walks out of the room, Wren’s no longer in her arms. “She’s asleep.”
I nod and go to the kitchen to grab a clean towel. When I return, his mother is checking his wound and fussing.
“Lift.” He does as I say and lifts his arm slightly, then I wrap the towel around it tightly to stop the blood loss. When I tie it, he leans over and kisses my forehead. I pull back as he turns to look at Paige. “Why are you here?”
“Looking for you, dear, of course,” she says with false sweetness and fake bravado.
Piper rolls her eyes.
“In Sailor’s house?” Keir asks her.
“Aren’t you always with her?” Paige snaps.
“You sound a little jealous right about now.” I tsk because I just can’t help it. I shouldn’t antagonize the bull, but I simply don’t care.
Her eyes land on Roberto, and I watch as he straightens, his body going rigid.
“I no longer want you,” she bites. “I’ve come to make a deal.” She smirks, her hands shaking. “Oh, did you see Angela? She hasn’t stopped asking about you either. Mentioned your little friend as well.” Her eyes fall to me and slit. “You remember her, right? She said you watched him.”
Turning, I look at Keir, who ignores me for the moment.
“Did you let her suck your cock again?” Paige bites out. “Maybe you would have liked me better if I had watched.” She shakes her head. “But, then again, I’m not trash like the ones you normally sleep with.”
“No, you’re worse,” Keir replies.
“Did you see her?” I ask, wondering if he’ll tell me the truth.
“Yes,” he answers truthfully, but not looking my way, but Piper’s giving me a soft smile.
“Did she suck your cock again?” I ask this time.
His mother takes a deep breath and walks out of the room.
Shit, forgot she was there.
We all still when we hear another knock, and I swear when I pull it open, quickly shutting it when I see who it is. Everyone turns to look at me as loud banging comes from the other side of the door.
“Who is it?” Keir asks, walking over. His gaze softens when he stops right in front of me, his fingers gripping my chin with gentle force, so my eyes don’t leave his. “And no, the only lips I want around my cock are yours.” He says it loud enough for the people on the other side of the door to hear.
“It’s my parents,” I say nervously.
“Sailor, you better not be back with that god-awful man,” my mother yells.
With a loud sigh, I look around the room and wonder how to play this.
“You need to get her out of here,” I say to Keir and motion to Paige.
Piper lifts something from her bag and ties it around Paige’s mouth and then starts walking with her. Paige tries to fight her off, but Piper is stronger, and she won’t hurt her because she’s pregnant.
Bianca walks back out, this time with Wren in her arms, and I take her into mine. “She woke from the screaming.”
My mother pounds on the door again.
“You all need to leave.” I pull the door open, and my mother is standing there with her arms crossed against her chest as she glares at me with an incredulous stare. “You shut the door in my face,” she chides. My father offers me a small smile before his eyes scan the room and the people in it.
