“What did you want me to do?” he asked, taking a step closer.
Staring at him, Kelsey wondered what she wanted from him. Licking her suddenly dry lips, she turned to stare out of the window. “I didn’t want anything from you, Killer. I married when I was eighteen. I never once expected to meet a man who’d want me.” She turned back to face him. The tears were thick in her eyes making him blurry. “Don’t you get it? I’ve been a fat woman all my life. I’m fat and ugly. I’ve been told it enough, and you know what, I believe it. I believe every fucking word I’ve heard throughout my whole life.” The blood from her cut dripped onto her carpet. “Every man and woman I’ve passed has always found some way of putting me in my place.”
“Baby, stop this,” he said.
“No, it all makes perfect sense. I mean, why would any man go for me?” She pressed her palm against her chest. The red blood coated the front of her shirt. “I mean, look at me. I’m nothing.” Her tears fell down her cheeks, coating her shirt.
Killer walked toward her. She shook him away, but he wouldn’t let her go. He tugged her close, and Kelsey saw it useless to fight him. What was the point in fighting him?
I’m nothing.
Her mother’s cruel words would stay with her forever. Over the years she’d been dealt her fair share of hatred. It was time she listened. She may be a married woman, but there was no way she ever intended to be more to Michael than a convenience. Someone knocked on the door, and Killer escorted her out of her apartment.
She felt broken. What was the point of her even living? She had hurt the one man she really loved.
****
Zero stared at Sophia as she handed her daughter to Nash. The woman he’d been with last night had looked nothing like Sophia, and when he woke this morning, he regretted even being with the other woman.
He held a mug of coffee watching her gather up the mess from the party before.
Why couldn’t he get her out of his head? He hated Kate, her sister. The other woman had been a whore through and through while Sophia was different. Her curves were sinful, and with his room at the clubhouse being close to theirs, he’d heard her come apart in Nash’s arms.
She walked past him, giving him a smile. He sipped his mug as she put the bottles into the trashcan.
“How are you doing today?” she asked, tugging the bag out of the bin.
“I’m good.”
“We heard your little party last night. I hope you had fun.” Her smile was big and bright as she tugged the bag out of the trash bin.
“It was.” He lied so easily.
“I’m going to get rid of this.” She nodded to him and then left the bar. Taking his mug of coffee with him, he followed her outside.
Bad move. Turn around and go back.
Still, he followed her outside and watched as she opened the large bin. She was too small to open the bin. Sipping at his coffee, he opened the lid for her to throw the trash in.
“You’re a lifesaver. What would I do without you?” she asked.
“You’d be struggling to put the trash away.” He stood close to her, inhaling her sweet scent. Since her pregnancy she’d not lost any of her curves or the sweetness about her. Part of him hated the fact she hadn’t changed.
“That’s certainly true.” She took a step back, tripped over her feet and fell into his arms. Zero caught her to him, brushing his arm across her breasts as he held her. “Great, now add clumsiness to my list of problems and faults.” She giggled, standing away from him.
The mere touch of her body against his own made his cock thicken. He wanted a hell of a lot more than a simple touch. Zero wanted to fuck her. Most of his nights were spent imagining what it would feel like to slide his cock inside her sweet, tight pussy, and simply fuck her.
She rested against the wall, tilting her head back to soak up the sun. He stared at her neck, slowly losing his mind. What would she do if he just grabbed her, kissed her and had done with it?
Tiny warned him against poaching other men’s women. Sophia didn’t belong to him.
“Baby, our angel needs a change. She’s, erm, yeah, I’m not changing that,” Nash said, coming around the back.
Sophia giggled. “Come on, sweetness.”
Zero watched her kiss Nash before smiling at him and then leaving.
“Can’t even change a diaper for your woman?” Zero asked.
“You got a smell of that and you’d refuse to as well.” Nash leaned against the wall, staring at him. “You still got a torch for my woman.”
It wasn’t a question, and Zero didn’t feel like answering it.
“Everyone sees it, Zero. You’re not fooling anyone with the way you look at her.”