He was oblivious to the shit swirling in my head at the moment. So was Griff. I’d never told anyone; only my family knew. And Kick, but I didn’t see him very often.
“You’re not seeing your mum?” Griff directed at Scott.
“Haven’t worked that out with her yet. I think Madison’s trying to organise dinner with her so we’ll go to that I guess.”
“And you?” he asked me.
I pushed through the rage to answer him. “Lunch with the family.”
“What are you doing, Griff?” Scott asked.
Shit, it came back to me in a rush. Griff’s parents were both dead. Maybe he needed somewhere to go; a distraction for the day.
He shrugged. “I’ll find someone to spend the day with. There’s always plenty of offers.” He aimed for nonchalance, but I wasn’t so sure it was what he was feeling. I left it alone though; Griff wasn’t big on talking about shit like this. And besides, most days, he preferred his own company anyway.
My attention was diverted by a pair of sexy legs that walked by. I followed the legs up until I hit big tits and knew I’d found my fun for the night. I slapped Griff on the back, and grinned at him and Scott. “Have a good night, boys. I’ll be over there if you need me. That is, until she agrees to ride me, and then you won’t see me for at least a day.” If I could, I’d lock myself away with pussy for the whole fucking weekend. It was always a welcome distraction from my thoughts.
Chapter 2
One Last Breath ~ Creed
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Nash
Mother’s Day hit like a bitch.
First I had to deal with the chick I’d screwed last night. Then, I received instructions off my sister, Erika, to pick up groceries on my way to lunch. I’d had a run in with a dickhead at the store and arrived at Mum’s house in the worst mood.
I juggled the groceries in my arms and kicked the half open door all the way open so I could enter. “Carla, a little help please, babe,” I hollered down the hallway.
Carla didn’t appear. Of course she fucking didn’t. My sister’s life revolved around herself and we only got the time of day when it suited her.
“Fuck,” I muttered as the bags of groceries threatened to fall out of my arms. I continued to make my way to the kitchen, doing my best not to drop any of the bags. As I passed the lounge room I caught a glimpse of Carla out of the corner of my eye. And I didn't like what I saw. The groceries all fell to the floor as I saw red.
“What the fuck?” I yelled, as I stepped over the bags and stalked into the room. Carla was on the lounge underneath a guy, and he had his mouth all over her and his hands on her ass. It wasn’t so much his hands on her that pissed me off; more so, whose hands they were. At the sound of my voice, he turned his head to look at me. He smirked and I lost my shit completely.
“Get the fuck off her,” I thundered. Blood pumped through my body and rage filled my vision.
Red, fucking rage.
I wanted to knock the shit out of this motherfucker.
And I tried. I ripped him off her, spun him around and shoved him to the ground. A moment later my fist connected with his face and I punched him so hard that blood flew onto the carpet. I continued my assault, oblivious to the world around me. All that mattered in that moment was my uncontrollable urge to make him hurt. I pummelled him with punch after punch. What Carla was doing with a dickhead like him was beyond me. And for him to fucking smirk at me like that just proved to me that he wasn’t worthy of her. I knew his type. And hell would fucking freeze over before I allowed my sister to give herself to someone like him.
“Nash!”
My arm stopped mid-punch and I looked up to see my mother standing in the doorway with her hands on her hips. She was pissed off.
Fuck.
Pissing my mother off was not a good move, and doing it on Mother’s Day was a really fucking bad move.
Begrudgingly, I straightened. I divided my attention between my mother and the asshole on the floor. My pleasure at seeing him almost unconscious was short-lived when both my mother and Carla started ranting at me.
“You can be a real asshole, Nash,” Carla fumed, her face clouding with anger. She tried to shove past me to get to her boyfriend.
Jesse.
Who the fuck names their son, Jesse?
I blocked her attempt, holding my arm out to keep her away. At the same time, Jesse groaned and caught my attention. His face was covered in blood; I’d probably broken his nose.
He deserved it.
Motherfucker.
I twisted my head to look at Carla. “What the fuck are you doing with him again?”
“That is none of your bloody business.” Quick tempers ran in our family and hers flared up instantly.
“Like hell it isn’t.” I slashed my hand in front of me in a circular motion, pointing to my mother and other sister, Erika, who were glaring at me. “It’s all of our business after what he did to you the last time.”
Carla sucked in a breath, but her anger didn't dissipate. “I’ve forgiven him and you need to let it go.”
I shook my head. “No fuckin’ way, babe. And you need to have more self respect.”
Hurt flashed across her face, but she covered it quickly. My sister was good at hiding her pain from the world. Christ, my whole family was good at that shit. She took a step back; it looked like she was getting ready to flee. Another thing we were good at; running. “Nash, I’m a twenty-two year old woman, for God’s sake. I’m old enough to make my own decisions. I don’t need you stepping in with your fists to sort out my life. You should spend your time and energy sorting out your own shit rather than screwing your way into oblivion and getting in my face.”