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“mmmm, al’right,” I mumbled as he let out a sigh of relief and helped me sit up.
“Jesus. What the fuck is wrong with you man? Don’t you know anything? You can’t come screaming around horses like that.” William said, voice low with anger as Beau came outside with Mama on his heels.
“Anya. I saw what happened from the kitchen are you alright?” She said as Beau looked between us.
Damien’s attitude shifted as he saw everyone’s stern look.
“Fuck, I’m sorry, Anya. Come on. Come inside.” He said as he pushed William out of the way to grab my arm. As I walked past Beau, he looked at me with a frown.
“Wear a helmet.” He said before he stomped off to talk to William. Great. The asshole was back and he was judging me. Just what I needed.
Dinner had been tense again, William disappeared outside with Wyatt and Beau said he had some things to do in town. I shut my bedroom door, and Damien had a look of pure frustration as he sat on the bed.
“Damien.” I started and he shook his head.
“No. Anya, you know what they are doing. They are trying to butter you up, so you don’t sell.” He snarled and I sighed. I knew that was the case.
“I know. But I’ve been thinking, and I don’t think I want to sell. At least not right now.” I said and he stood, hands clenched.
“You have to!” He insisted and my own anger rose.
“Why are you so insistent on me selling? This isn’t your decision to make! Just because you are fucking me, doesn’t give you a right to tell me what to do.” I said and he grabbed my arm, getting right in my face.
“You’re mine. My girlfriend. That means I get a fucking say in the financial decisions you make, and I am telling you that you need to sell now.” He spat; his grip hard as I tried to twist away.
“Let go of me,” I said and he grabbed my other arm, shaking me a little.
“No. Stop fucking being a whore for a minute.” He said and I stared at him in shock.
“What? How am I being a whore, Damien?” I said as I laughed.
“You think I don’t see the way you look at those men? You probably already fucked them while out on your little ride today.” He sneered and I shoved him hard enough that he let me go.
“Fuck you. Now you are just making shit up. Go fuck yourself, Damien. I am not your property!” My voice rose as I turned away from him, needing to walk away.
“Don’t you fucking walk away from me, slut. I heard you moaning in the shower the other day and saw Beau walking past. I don’t care. Fuck whoever you want but you will sell this place.” He snarled and I spun around, rushing towards him.
“How fucking dare you? Do you know why I was moaning? Because your fucking pencil dick can’t get me off so I had to take care of myself. You are the worst fuck I have ever had, and I fake it every damn time!” I laughed bitterly before his hand met my cheek, the slap hard enough to make me stumble back and I felt my teeth sink into my lip.
We stared at each other as I realized what he did, tasting the iron tang of blood. I grabbed my keys from the dresser and stormed out of the room, ignoring his shouts.
I reached the car, yanking the door open when he came rushing out of the house.
“Don’t you fucking get in that car, Anya.” He said and I stared at him.
“You don’t get to touch me, Damien. Ever. Take the truck. Mama will give you the keys. I want you gone by the time I get back.” I said as I climbed in, starting the car and driving away quickly before he could reach the door and pull me out.
I glanced in the rear-view mirror at the shadow of Damien watching me leave, my hands shaking as I drove away.
Eleven
Beau
“Rack'em.I’llgoanother round.” I said to Benny Boone as I sunk the black ball. He grinned as I went to order another round.
Pool had become our game while we talked business and right now, business is tight. I put the scotch down in front of him and sighed.
“Can we move the shipment up? How much longer until you are done?” I said and he grimaced.
