“What do you say, sweetie? You going to let me rub this Irish cock between those fat titties? I’m sure young Hunter broke you in nice for me.” He paused for a moment and listened. “But, by the sounds of it, he won’t be sticking that dick of his in you anymore. He’s a stupid fuck. Was useful, but never the smartest.”
I could smell him as he stood in front of me and ran his fingers through my hair. His cheap cologne, whatever grease he wore in his hair, it nauseated me. I felt his fingers slide down my face and then pain rushed through me. His ring cut my cheek as he backhanded me and sent me crashing to the floor.
“Look at me, you little bitch. Look me in the eyes and see what a man is.”
I looked up at him from the floor. He was repulsive. He was no man. The sick smile that crept across his face, his bloated belly that hung over his pants, the aura of entitlement and cowardice that surround him. He truly wasn’t Hunter’s father. He embodied everything that Hunter was not. They may have been in the same business, but they were not the same. You could see that as clear as day just looking at him.
“Oh, look at those pretty eyes,” he said as he leaned down and stroked my cheek. “Well, feast them on this, you little bitch.”
He started to undo his zipper.
Goddamn you. Goddamn you, don’t do this.
I could hear his perverted laugh as he was getting ready to violate me, when all of the sudden the front door came open with a crash. Footsteps began to make their way through each and every room. I could feel my stomach flutter and I looked up at the old man. He knew as well as I did who it was, coming through the house.
“Hunter,” I whispered in relief.
I could see the old man start to sweat.
“All right, you motherfucker, come to papa. I’m going to put a fucking bullet in your brain like I should have done the day I set eyes on you.”
He looked back down to me and pulled me up by my hair. I let out a scream.
I heard a furious roar from the hall as the footsteps began to stomp toward us. It was Hunter, and he was coming for me.
Like he always did.
“Come here, you fucking bitch,” the old man said. “Let’s get you in front of me just in case that boy comes in charging.” He held me tight and ran his hand between my legs as he pulled me back. “I really wish I could have tasted that *, sweetie. I bet it’s like a ripe piece of fruit, isn’t it?”
I could feel his hot breath on my ear as he panted heavily and waited for Hunter to come through the door.
“I’m going to kill you right in front of him, bitch,” the old man hissed.
I moved my head away as far as I could and then I saw a gun barrel slowly edge out from behind the wall and into the doorway, followed by the familiar tattooed arms of the man who loved me.
The old man cocked his gun. He pressed his face to mine as we both waited for Hunter to show himself.
Chapter 52
Hunter
I COULD HEAR THE OLD fucker wheezing from around the corner. I knew he was in there and I knew he had his clammy hands all over Kelly. All over the one pure thing in my life. I was going to take pleasure in gutting the motherfucker. For every lowdown thing he ever did to me, and for what he was planning to do to Kelly just now.
“Hunter boy. Come on in, son. I was just getting to know this sweet little lady of yours here.”
Kelly was struggling. I could hear her trying to break free from the bastard.
“Toss that fucking gun out, pop. If you think I’m coming around that corner with you barreling down on me, you are out of your fucking mind,” I called from behind the wall. I had to get a look around that corner.
I slowly poked my head out and three quick shots bit into the wall. I heard Kelly scream and the old man laugh.
“Come on, Hunter. Drop that fucking gun. Be a man.”
He fired more shots and I crouched down and took cover.
Fuck me. Was that five or six shots? Goddamn it.
The old man never carried anything but a six shooter. With all the money in the world, he’d been carrying the same fucking piece for as long as I could remember. That was the gun he was aiming at my fucking skull. I just couldn’t remember if he had squeezed all his shots yet.
Only one fucking way to find out, motherfucker. You’ve been making stupid fucking calls your whole goddamn life. What’s one more?
I let my pistol drop to my side, took a deep breath, and walked around the corner. If he was going to kill me, he was going to have to look me in the eye as he did it.
As I stepped out, I saw the two of them there. The old man was bleeding from the hand he had wrapped around Kelly’s throat and it was dripping down her barely covered chest. I saw her eyes, her beautiful green eyes, full of beautiful tears. But she wasn’t crying.
That’s my fucking girl. You don’t let that cocksucker think he’s got you. I’ve got you. And I’m going to have you back in my arms soon.