AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“How dare you bring one of them here.”
It’s been months since she’s seen her daughter and those are the first words out of Rebecca Dalton’s mouth.
Her name rattles around in my skull, the fire that it starts begging to be unleashed.
“I don’t know what Tyler’s told you—”
“He told us everything,” her mother spits, cutting Kyra off.
“Is it true?” her father asks, his eyes hollow and his face twisted in disgust. “Do you work at that place?”
“Tyler doesn’t know what he’s talking about,” Kyra says shakily.
“So, you don’t work at—what’s it called?” Rebecca looks behind her and that’s when I spot Tyler, leaning smugly against the couch of their frilly living room.
“Verus,” he supplies helpfully.
Tyler didn’t say Versus. And that tells me everything I need to know about this prick. He’s definitely seen the club, but there’s no way Sutton made him a member. Seems he’s feeling wronged. Probably vengeful. Undoubtedly jealous.
“So,” her mother presses. “You don’t work at Verus?” She raises a knowing brow.
Kyra’s breaths are frantic. “No, I do, but—”
“And you brought one of those people here? You’d disrespect my house like that?” Her mother is yelling now.
I’ve had enough and don’t bother addressing her as I push past, shoulder checking her on the way in.
Kyra’s father spins with a raised fist, but before he can defend his wife’s honor, my fingers lock around his wrist. I land a solid blow to his gut, sighing as he wheezes and drops dramatically to his knees. “Don’t start something you can’t finish,” I say flatly.
Rebecca rushes over to him, helping him to his feet and pulling him inside after me. Kyra follows cautiously.
Her mother spins back on her. “So this is who you threw your innocence at?” She waves wildly at me. “This thug?” She pinches Kyra’s bruised jaw between her fingers, ignoring her daughter’s painful wince.
I smack away her arm, letting an evil chuckle past my lips. “I come from an entirely different world, Mrs. Dalton. If you raise a hand to her again, I will have no problem cutting you down. You earned it after the fucked up shit you put your child through.”
Rebecca’s face pales but she covers up her fear, relentlessly berating her daughter. “How could you disgrace our name with a man who looks to be twice your age!”
“Thirteen,” I supply helpfully.
“What?” she screams at me.
“I’m only thirteen years older than her.”
She turns to Kyra, her eyes boring holes in her skull. “You’re no child of mine, and no child of God’s. You’re going straight to hell, you filthy tramp.”
Tears threaten Kyra’s eyes but she stands strong, waiting for my next move.
I don’t bother getting into a religious debate with the Daltons because people who are hardwired like they are won’t be swayed.
I walk toward the living room, making for the ex.
“I can’t believe you’d bring one of your John’s here,” Tyler says to Kyra over my shoulder. “Parade him in front of your parents,” he sneers at her.
The edges of my vision blur, and it takes everything I have not to reach for my gun.
Tyler’s smug grin doesn’t leave his face and he lifts his chin defiantly. He stiffens when I reach for him, his eyes narrowing as I brush the imaginary lint from the shoulders of his jacket and pat his arms forcefully.
I cock my head at him, letting my predatory smile bleed through. “Maybe you should ask my name before you throw out ignorant words.”
