“You bitch! I’m going to kill you!” Denise screams, finally picking herself up off the floor.
“Touch her and you’re out of here. I ought to kick you out for talking in front of my babies like you have,” Skull growls, and I decide to let him deal with her. I apparently have bigger issues.
“You’re right. I deserve a man who has balls enough to live,” I tell him, suddenly freaking tired. My eyes want to close and my body wants to curl up in bed.
“Where are you going?”
“To my room, you can sleep with Denise, maybe she’ll let you glue her hair back on her head,” I tell him, just wanting out of here.
Chapter Fifty-Two
Jax
“Maybe we need to fuck you up again,” Torch threatens.
I’m standing frozen where Bree left me. My heart feels like it’s beating out of my chest. I don’t think I’ve seen her like this. I pictured her as young and naïve, someone I needed to take care of. Tonight, she was all woman and more capable than I have given her credit for. She also made sense. I know she did, but ever since Briar died from that blood clot…ever since we lost him, my brain has been fucked up. I can’t get over watching him draw his last breath and the cries of his old lady will haunt me to my fucking grave. I’ve never been afraid to die. In this life, it happens. Let’s face it, ain’t a fucker around going to get out of this world still breathing. But, I’ve never had anything or anyone I’d regret leaving behind. I’ve never had someone I wanted to protect from hurt before…until Bree.
“You two have done enough,” Beth tells Skull and Torch as they continue discussing how stupid I am, and I can’t even deny that. I do feel stupid. She walks over to me and looks me in the eye. “Are you going to go after her or what?”
“I’m trying to protect her,” I tell her, wishing I could make her—hell, everyone, understand.
“From what?” Beth asks, and maybe I could have handled her alone but Katie is suddenly there.
“Yeah from what? Because there’s no protection from male stupidity. I ought to know.”
“Sweetness don’t make me spank that ass,” Torch yells out, trying to sound pissed, and failing.
“To do that snookums, you’d have to touch me and that doesn’t seem to be something you are up to doing lately.”
“I’m trying to protect you and the baby!”
“Christo, you could have said anything but that,” Skull mutters.
“Seems like you and Shaft both have shit for brains,” Katie grumbles.
“You need to go after her,” Beth says, still staring at me and her eyes feel like they’re peeling back layers that I try to keep hidden. I find myself trying to avoid them.
“Mi cielo, maybe you should leave them alone. Let them work their problems out, si?”
Beth turns on her husband. “If I had someone yell at me, perhaps we wouldn’t have gone through so much hell, Skull.”
“You were young, and I was estúpido,” Skull admits.
“Doesn’t that just sound like someone else,” Beth says, and that’s her style. Katie is more in your face, slap you across the head. I’m used to that shit. Beth? She’s scarier. She’s logical, she plans her words, and fuck, it’s hard to argue or fight that. I watch her walk back over to Skull. He pulls her down into his lap, holding her close, and you can tell that in the moment the rest of the world has drifted away for them. It’s only the two of them.
“Eres mi mundo,” Skull whispers before taking her mouth in a kiss that finally makes me look away from them. You’re my world. I always thought he was laying it on thick, seducing his woman, but now I know I was stupid. Bree is my world. My whole world.
“Don’t be a dickhead, like my old man,” Katie tells me slapping me on the chest and getting my attention back.
“Did you just call me a dickhead?” Torch growls, and I hear the chair scrape back as he stands up.
“Yeah full of cum and no room for brains,” she growls, before looking back at me. “She loves you. Go fix this and make Bree happy, or I swear to God you’ll wake up one morning a eunuch,” she says and I know her threats aren’t empty. I almost want to reach out and protect my dick from her, but instead I walk around her and go after Bree.
“I’m going to paddle your damned ass so hard you won’t sit for a week,” I hear Torch behind me, and Katie’s reply is lost to me, because I open the door to my room and find Bree sobbing on the bed, and now her cries may be the ones that haunt me.