Page 33 of Tormented

“She fuckin’ anyone?” I blurt before my internal filter can get its shit together.

Hooch laughs, pulling his fucking tinderbox out of his pocket. “Not right now, man.”

He’s beaten you to it . . . .

Fuck off he has. I eyeball Hooch as he lines a bump up in the crook of his hand.

Look at him . . . that smirk . . . the light in his eye . . . he’s tasted the candy . . . .

“You fucked her?” I ask, a darn sight less friendly.

His hackles go up as he stiffens his shoulders, wiping under his nose while he squares my gaze. “Wouldn’t tell you if I had.”

“Jesus, you fuckin’ dog. You have.”

“That’s between her and me.”

I slam both arms over my chest, sliding down in the seat and widening my legs. My expression mirrors the storm inside as I sulk like the spoilt fucking kid I am. He’s played with my toy first; taken it out of its wrapper and touched all the pretty pieces before I can.

Asshole . . . .

Can’t blame him though, really.

Thought you didn’t want her anyway . . .? Thought she was too weak for you . . .?

Yeah, well, I changed my mind.