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Yeah, he’d been wasted, but shit, he hadn’t been so black-out drunk that he wouldn’t remember sleeping with someone.
But I had passed out. Shit, did we…? Did I? No, it felt so not right, the biggest fucking lie ever uttered, and God, what she said made him sick to his stomach.
She looked smug standing before him.
“You fuck so many guys, Christa.” He glared at her and crossed his arms over his chest.
She rolled her eyes. “What I do is my business.”
“Yeah, it is, but don’t even try pinning this on me when I know I didn’t sleep with you. I know for a fucking fact, and the guys at Rowdy’s talk, Christa. They aren’t shy about bragging about the pussy they score.”
At least she looked uncomfortable at his statement. She shook her head adamantly and said, “No, Rys, this baby is yours.”
“I don’t believe you, Christa.”
Her shoulders cocked back. “You fucked me, and now I’m pregnant. You will help me take care of this baby one way or another, Rys.” She took a step forward and smiled. “Just think, now, you can fuck me all you want. No condoms, no nothing. It’ll be so good, baby.” She moved closer and placed her hands on his chest.
He cured his lip in disgust.
“We can have a happy little family. You, me, and our baby.”
A gasp in the distance had him drawing his head up. His heart sank when he saw Jane standing a few feet away. He had been so caught up in Christa’s shit that he hadn’t even heard her approach. His Jane covered her mouth, and fat tears fell down her cheeks. He pushed Christa away and took a step toward Jane, his hand outstretched.
“Jane, baby.” She held her hand up to stop him. “No, let me explain.” He could see her eyes darting from him to Christa and the horror and sadness in them. She turned and ran from him, and instead of going after her, all he could do was stare at her retreating form.
“You don’t need her anyway, Rys. I can give you everything she can.” There was distaste lacing Christa’s voice, and it pissed him the fuck off.
After turning and giving her a glare, he took a deep breath to calm down. “I don’t know what kind of shit you’re pulling, Christa, but it’s fucked up.” She had the audacity to look hurt at his words, but he couldn’t find any sympathy for her. “If you’ve fucked up my relationship with Jane….” He breathed out roughly. “Let’s just say you better not have fucked it up, Christa.”
Her eyes narrowed, and she crossed her arms again. “What in the hell is so damn special about Jane Silver? You and Will are so enamored with her, and half the town can’t figure out why. She’s just white tra—”
“Don’t.” His voice was dangerously low, and he projected all his rage in that one word. Her eyes widened marginally. “You don’t fucking say one thing about Jane. Not. One. Fucking. Thing.”
He turned and left, praying he could fix this.
Chapter 24
William finished his beer and tossed the glass in the trash. Jane had wandered off toward the keg after assuring him she’d be right back. He wasn’t a paranoid asshole who wanted to control her every move and be right by her side, but he knew that when guys got drunk, they got touchy-feely, and he wasn’t having any of that.
Once again, for what seemed like the millionth time since Janey had told him about what her father had done, William couldn’t get it out of his head. He wasn’t a violent man by nature, but at that moment, he could picture himself doing all kinds of violent things to Charles Silver.
Ten minutes maybe passed before he saw Janey running toward him, tears streaming down her face. Instantly, he strode toward her and took her into his arms. She wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her head in his chest. Her wracking sobs shook her whole body, and he held her tighter.
“Did someone hurt you?” He didn’t bother keeping the rage out of his voice. Jaxx and Brooklyn came up beside him, since they were the only two guys left who hadn’t wandered. When she didn’t answer, he gently pulled her away and stared down into her tear-streaked face. He brushed his thumbs under her eyes, wiping the tears away. Seeing her so upset broke his heart, but God help the person who hurt her.
“Sweetheart, talk to me. Tell me who upset you, and I’ll kick his ass.”
“We all will,” Jaxx and Brooklyn said in unison.
It took her a moment to catch her breath, and then she looked around. No one paid them any mind, and when she realized that, she relaxed marginally. “I…” She glanced down and hiccupped before bringing her face back to his. “I just have to leave. Please.” The desperation in her voice had him pushing back his need to know what the hell happened. It was clear she wasn’t going to be forthcoming about what was wrong until she was away from this place. When he hesitated, she whispered, “Please, Will.”
He pulled her back into his body and wrapped his arms around her. Keeping his cool took everything inside him. His anger was a burning force, coiling his muscles and tightening his skin. He looked over at Jaxx and Brooklyn, and although he hadn’t meant to sound harsh, the barked order came out that way anyway. “I don’t have time to search for Rys. Can one of you find him and bring him back to our place?” Both of them nodded, and he didn’t miss how their worried expressions kept going to Jane. He pulled her in tighter, knowing they wouldn’t hurt her, but he needed to be the one who took care of her. Where in the hell is Rys?
“Come on, sweetheart.” He pulled her toward his truck. He had to walk fast just to keep up with her, which was saying something, since she was so much smaller with shorter legs. He helped her into the truck just as he heard Rys’s raised voice calling out to stop.
“Let’s go, please, William.” He hesitated as he saw Rys sprint toward them. “Please.” Her tears tracked down her face faster, and rage exploded inside him. Had Rys hurt her? He knew his brother wasn’t capable of it, but he was rough, more aggressive. Maybe he had inadvertently harmed Janey. Regardless if he did it or not, William’s fists clenched, and he held his ground, ready to beat the shit out of his brother.
When Rys was close enough, he pleaded, “I’m so sorry. Please, baby. Please.” There was desperation in his brother’s voice. William didn’t think. He just acted.
