Not now, his dark gray eyes said. You can save your stupid questions for when we're done with this sack of shit.
I was about to roll with 'em anyway. Nothing about this situation made any goddamned sense.
Why were we helping this asshole when he'd fucked up bad enough to cross the Torches in our territory?
We should've rolled out the red carpet to let our buddies put a knife in his throat.
Something stank, so bad my nostrils hurt.
Jimmy shook his head and slumped in his seat, finally defeated. I stood up, ready to get some fucking answers or at least slug the last of that booze. But before I could cross the kitchen, we heard the screen door we'd come through open and bang shut again.
The drunk sat up like he'd seen a ghost. Prez collected himself, and got on his feet, striking the power pose he always did before he had to size some shit up. I froze in my tracks, one hand on the bottle of Johnnie, and the other on my gun.
I only saw her for a second before the brightest blue eyes I'd ever seen locked onto mine.
Fuck. She's...goddamned beautiful.
I'd expected anything between heaven and hell to come walking into the kitchen.
Never expected an angel, if angels were allowed to have racks like strippers and asses like the rising sun, so hot and full and beautiful I went fucking blind for a solid second.
Good thing she was dressed like a pastor's daughter, an old timey skirt reaching to her ankles. I wanted it gone – ripped to shreds. Never mind the fact that it was the only thing stopping me from losing it for a lot longer.
“Daddy? What's going on here?” She dropped her eyes and walked right past me, heading for the table.
I did a double-take as I spun around. No fucking way.
That miserable old drunk yammering about how boned he was shat out this...this sweet, hot, fuckable babe? This walking piece of perfection who got me so damned hard in all of two seconds I forgot why I wanted to put my fist through the nearest wall while chugging Johnnie?
“Cora, girl, you close your sweet mouth and listen,” Jimmy rambled, sweat rolling off him like a damned hog. “I'm...I'm going away for a while. A good, long while girl. I did some bad things.”
Wasn't sure who's mouth hung wider – hers or mine.
“What?!”
“Cora, don't...don't you fucking cry on me. I can't take it.”
The selfish bastard grabbed her by the arms and pulled her into his chest. Hot, angry tears rolled down his eyes while his daughter fought to get outta his grip.#p#分页标题#e#
Cora. I watched her eyes tremble, wishing I could spark a shine in them that would be a whole lot happier.
A pang of guilt rattled my chest. This wasn't the time to think about bending her over and finding out how well that round ass bounced beneath me.
Try not to think about it, you bastard. Try, try, try.
Yeah, good fucking luck.
I put the bottle down and looked on, eyeballing the Prez while she talked to her dad. The disapproving look on his face aimed at me was almost as bad as the one he had for Jimmy.
“These men are here to give you a better life. I know what they look like, and you're going to be scared, but you have to trust them. Do everything they say. They'll keep you safe. Dusty and I go way back. You can trust him, just like I do.” Jimmy looked up, his eyes shining like he'd sobered up as he stared at the Prez.
Dust nodded. Very slowly, the cop let his daughter go. She stumbled backward with a look of confusion that almost made me sorry for the hard-on thumping in my denim.
“Firefly.” Dust looked at me and motioned to the girl.
My cue to step up. I moved real slow, tried to hide the fact that I wanted to lay her against the nearest surface and fuck her brains out. She must've saw right through it, seeing how she backed herself into the nearest corner like a scared cat.
“It's okay. Prez is talking truth. We're not here to hurt you.”
“How do I know that?!” she screamed, looking past me desperately. “Daddy, what the hell is going on here? I just came home and you're passing me off to these dirty bikers?”
Dirty? I clenched my teeth. I'd taken a good, long shower before I tapped the slut, scrubbing every damned drop of grease and motor oil off my skin.
“Cora, just listen to me. Just this last time. You don't understand. God willing, one day you will. This is the way it's gotta be. Baby, I'm sorry, but this has to be goodbye. No way around it.” He looked away from her, his whole body starting to shake. “I'm going away for a long time. Dusty...give me my gun and get her the hell out of here.”
Her eyes lit up like the moon when she heard him say gun. Then she started screaming bloody murder.
“Gun? Gun?! Daddy – why?” Those tears filling up her pearly blues became waterfalls. “You've lost your mind! I have to get out of here, call the police, before something –“