“Where is Ash?” she asks, causing me to roll my eyes. I know she thought he would have come back here last night, but he didn’t. I was mad at first, but then I remembered the whore I’d been in the basement and thought better of calling him.
“He was with some girl,” I say softly, feeling the bile rise in the back of my throat.
“What?”
“Yeah. I saw him grabbing all over her and shit. Then they walked off and so did I.”
“That piece of shit. You can do better than him, Trina. You don’t need that shit,” she adds. I nod my head and roll over to face my best friend.
“It stung. I thought he loved me. Fuck, I thought I might have loved him at some point.”
“No, you didn’t. He isn’t lovable. He’s fuckable. There’s a difference, Trina.” I laugh a little, knowing she’s right. I never wanted to be a part of the club after I saw what went on there. Most of the guys shared their women, and that wasn’t something I was into. Of course, I did just fuck that guy in the basement without regard for anything, but I blame that on being drunk. The thought of being passed to Philly or Jack was not a thought I wanted to think about for long.
“Even still, I didn’t want to think about him being with someone else. I thought I meant more to him than that.”
“He’s a pig. Fuck him,” she grumbles.
“Yeah. Probably right. Do we have to get up or can we stay in bed all day?”
“We don’t have to work so I’m opting for staying in bed all day.” I think I agree with her. We roll up in the blanket and snuggle, quickly falling back asleep. I’m not sure how long it’s been, but I wake up to someone slamming our door. Abby and I bolt upright and share a glance before I climb off the bed and grab the Slugger by the door. Abby’s right behind me, holding the back of my shirt like it’s her lifeline.
“Back up,” I whisper harshly. If I swing this bat it’s going to hit her in the head before the intruder. She steps back as I step out into the hallway. She isn’t far behind me. I have the bat over my shoulder ready to swing as we creep down the hallway.
“Oh shit,” I hear my bird say. You didn’t know I had a bird? I do. It’s a cockatoo that used to be my mom’s. He has the dirtiest mouth that you’ve ever heard. “Oh shit!” he says again. I glance over my shoulder at Abby but she just shrugs, her eyes wide. Stepping out into the living room, I swing. The asshole intruder drops down and the bat slams into the wall. Plaster crumbles and falls to the floor as I pull back ready to swing again.
“What the fuck?”
“Ash? Jesus Christ! I almost bashed your head in!” I squeal, lowering the bat to my side.
“What the fuck are you doin’?”
“I didn’t know it was you!”
“Who else has a key to this place?” he asks, his question pissing me off a little more. How dare he question me in my own house? Dick.
“Dickhead. Dickhead,” Ollie, the cockatoo, says making me giggle.
“Fuck you, bird,” Ash snaps. “I’m gonna pluck that bastard one day.”
“You aren’t touching my bird. What are you doing here?” I ask, propping the bat up against the wall and observing the damage I did. Shit, this is going to cost me a lot to fix it.
“I was comin’ to see you. Maybe I should rethink that shit,” he grumbles, rubbing at the stubble on his jaw.
“Maybe you should call first next time,” Abby snaps before turning on her heel and walking back to her room.
“I don’t like that bitch,” Ash says, pointing down the hall.
“I didn’t ask you.”
“What the hell is your problem? And why did you leave without findin’ me?” His anger slowly rises but I walk away and head for the kitchen. If I have to deal with his emotional ass, I’m going to need coffee first.
“You were busy.”
“What the fuck is with your tone?”
“My tone? You were grabbing some girl’s pussy, Ash! I saw you and I left!” His features slowly calm and I can see the smirk wanting to play at the corner of his lips. Idiot.
“We didn’t do shit,” he says, causing me to laugh hysterically. I turn on the coffee pot and grab a mug out of the cabinet while I wait. I don’t want to hear his lies. It’s not worth my time.
“Sure.”
“If I said I didn’t fuck her, I didn’t.” His voice thunders through the room. Yet again, I ignore him. That is until I feel his arms wrap around me and he jerks me back into his body. “How about we talk about you and Dodge?” The way he whispers it sends a chill down my spine. Does he know?
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I say, trying to keep my nerves under control. I can’t let him know that I know anything about what happened to Dodge. If he finds out I was there and didn’t tell him or try to help, I’ll be dead next. Not to mention I fucked a Royal Devils in the same room. God, I’m such a slut.
“Oh, you don’t? That’s funny because the guys saw you walkin’ off with him toward the bathrooms.”
“The guys are full of shit,” I hiss between my teeth as his hand roams under my shirt. The feel of his fingers caressing my stomach usually turns me on but now his touch feels all wrong. Maybe because I know I’m guilty.
“Are you callin’ my brother’s liars?” I take slow deep breaths when he grabs my nipple and pinches hard. It wasn’t to make me feel good, that’s for damn sure.
“Fuck, Ash! That hurts!”
“It’s supposed to. Now answer me.”
“No, okay! They aren’t lying. I didn’t do shit with him though. I just wanted to piss you off after I saw you with that girl. I ditched him and hid in the bathroom.” Good lies, Trina! I’m proud of myself.
“Is that right? You wanted to make me jealous?” His warm breath dances over my skin, causing it to heat up. I don’t want to want him, but I do. I don’t know what I want. His cock presses into my ass and I try to step away from him, but he doesn’t let me. “You want me jealous, Katrina?” I take another deep breath, knowing that I need to play my cards right with him, otherwise shit could get bad quickly.
“No.” In seconds he has me pushed down onto the table, my ass in the air. He lifts my shirt and growls when I hear his belt jingle and his jeans thud to the floor. “Condom,” I demand. He doesn’t listen. He grabs me and thrusts himself in as I fight to get him off.
“Hold still!”
“Stop, Ash! Use a fucking condom!” The louder I scream, the harder he thrusts until he’s finally had enough. Grabbing the back of my head, he lifts it and slams it back down onto the table. Not once but twice. Spots dance in my vision as he fucks me the way he wants to. I’m dizzy and on the edge of blacking out when he finishes and lets me drop to the floor.
“I’ve had enough playin’ nice with you. If I want you pregnant, that’s what will happen. You get me?” I can feel myself sway as I try to sit up and focus on the conversation, but I can’t. My head pounds and I fall back onto the floor. Ash fixes his jeans and walks over leaning down and grabbing my face in his hands. He presses a rough kiss to my lips before he says, “This is me bein’ jealous, baby.” I lay my head down on the cool tiles of the floor, trying to calm the storm that brews inside of me when Abby comes out of her room.