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“Are you actually going to pay them or…” Everett asks from his seat at the end of the Devil Hounds meeting table. The kid is barely patched in and still has a good heart. Sometimes I envy him for it.
“No, Ev. I’m not gonna give them a penny. We’re gonna take their inventory, kick their asses, and tell my police contact where to find these stupid sons of bitches so he can round them all up and throw them in a dark hole where they belong!”
That was the other part of my deal with Jimmy. He gives me the info; I make sure he gets credit for the arrests.
Since these criminals haven’t done enough to deserve a bullet through their head, I’ll let him have them.
Except for this Joe fellow. He just might need to pick up Joseph Graves from the local hospital after I’m through with him.
Jimmy didn’t even charge me for Holly’s address after I told him the prick had stolen the keys to her place. The first call I made after hanging up with him was to the landlord of the town house community, insisting he change the locks. I gave him an hour and told him to send me proof, or I would string him up by his balls. Since he knew me and the reputation of the Devil Hounds, he did what I asked, sending me a photo of the shiny new lock and dead bolt thirty minutes later.
“Meeting adjourned. Go get me an address!”
When I walk downstairs to the bar for a drink, Dallas is already cooking up lunch. The smell of greasy food cooking reminds me of last night, sitting in that diner with Holly while she rambled.
“Everything okay, pres?” Dallas asks when he pops the top of a beer and slides it in front of me. “You seem a little…off-kilter today.”
“I didn’t get much sleep last night,” I tell him honestly.
“No shit. Trey said you were already here when he came in at seven this morning.”
I don’t bother to tell him I came in last night and haven’t been home yet this morning. A long, hot shower is calling my name, but not until I handle business. At least being here, focusing on tracking down the car, has kept my hand off my dick. I couldn’t resist jacking off once before I left the house last night, but that hasn’t done much to tame…whatever the hell I’m feeling right now.
Picking up the beer, I take a long pull from it, then sit it down on the bar. “You ever done something you regretted, something so bad you knew even at the time it was fucking wrong? But you still wouldn’t give it back for redemption, assuming such a thing was even possible?”
Dallas crosses his arms and leans against the counter as he studies me like he doesn’t have the slightest clue what I’m talking about. “Ah, maybe. That’s really vague. What did you do, pres?”
“I’m a dirty old bastard,” I tell him. There’s no fucking way I’ll give anyone the details or ever say a word about watching Holly last night in my daughter’s bed.
“You’re a good man, Isaac. It couldn’t be that bad.”
“Well, it is.”
“Bad, but too good to ever take back, huh?” he asks with a grin, and I just glare at him because, unfortunately, he hit the nail right on the head. “Was it illegal?”
“No.”
“Someone…innocent? You took something, maybe?”
“Not innocent,” I say since Holly obviously wasn’t a virgin. She admitted to fucking her professor last night! I can’t believe she would tell me that or, more specifically, do that kind of shit.
“Did you hurt them?”
I start to say no to that question too, but it would be a lie. Maybe I didn’t hurt her physically, but I know I hurt her by walking away, rejecting her.
I may not know much about her other than how damn gorgeous her body is, but I do know the girl has been through more rejection and abandonment than she should’ve from the people who were supposed to love her unconditionally.
“You regret causing them pain, then, but not what you did?” Dallas asks as he fills in the blanks from my silence.
“I guess so.”
Watching Holly touching herself was…god, it was so fucking hot. I haven’t stopped replaying that shit in my head since I walked out of that room, even though I’ve tried to keep myself busy.
I didn’t feel guilty when I was jerking on my dick thinking about her. Even if I should’ve been.
I feel guilty when I picture the look on her face as I walked away. There’s this nagging knot in my stomach that wants to apologize or some shit, but I can’t do that without being near her again, which is a horrible idea.
Goddammit. “I’m so fucked,” I tell Dallas.
