“I know I can, and I will,” he says still pointing the gun at them. “Now get your ass in the fucking car before you make me shoot someone goddamnit!”
I look at him and shake my head.
“I don’t give two fucks what you do anymore, so you can take that thing and shove it up Satan’s ass for all I care.”
I walk away, fuming inside. I’m so angry my nails are digging into my palms and I feel like I’m going to unleash the wrath of fury on his ass.
Hearing the car door slam and lock behind me, I keep walking, listening to his footsteps trailing behind.
“Will you please just stop and talk to me, Vixen?”
“No, just fuck off and go back to the Hill, Pax.”
“I’m not going back there until you hear me out. I don’t know what you think you saw—”
I turn instantly and backhand him so hard in his face, I groan from the fleet of pain it shoots through my knuckles.
“Stop fucking following me! I can’t listen to this bullshit! You fucking wrecked everything, Pax. You are a stupid drifter and I hate you for destroying us!” I yell, pounding my fists on his chest. “And you know what else? I paid your fucking family to disappear because even they can’t fucking stand you! You’re a liar, a cheat, and a fucked-up degenerate and the only thing you were ever good for was hate-fucking and bootlegging, now stay the fuck. Out. Of. My Way!”
He grabs my wrists, shakes me hard, and growls, completely unnerving me.
“Are you fucking done now?”
His eyes are raging into mine and his face is riddled with hurt as I work to recover my breathing, holding back my pooling tears and my urge to bite him.
“Let go of me.”
“No. Not until you listen.”
I try to pull my wrists from his grip, but I can’t.
“Ugh! God, I hate you! And I need a fucking drink. Just let go so I can walk back to the motel and get one… okay?”
“Fine,” he says letting go, “I need one too.”
“Fuck you if you think I’m sharing, asshole.”
“Fuck you if you think you’re not,” he undertones.
“Shut up and stop trying to talk to me.”
He mutters something under his breath as I keep walking, taking strides as big as I can trying to put distance between us. He smells so fucking good; it’s annoying and I hate being near him.
I know I can’t outrun him and I know whatever he has to say is probably going to destroy me even worse than he already has… but what really sucks the most is that somehow, even with all of this pain, I still love the stupid asshole.
Ten
What the Fuck?
I rummage through my pocket for the key card to the room as Pax stands leaning against the wall by the door, watching me silently with his stupid sad face.
Fucking douchebag.
Why does being so angry with him always seem to make him more appealing to me?
I can’t believe he fucked my mother and yet the only thing I want to do right now is grab him by the ponytail and hate-fuck the hell out of him.
What is wrong with me? Fuck!
And to make things even more awkward, I swear he damn well knows it with the way he’s standing there all sexy with his inked arms crossed like he’s done nothing wrong at all.
I push the door open and show him in, pointing at the table. The further he stays away the better.
He clears his throat and flips the chair around so he can straddle the seat, a total Pax move that says he wants to have a serious talk.
I roll my eyes and ignore him as I dig through the bar fridge and toss a handful of mini bottles onto the bed, before I take a seat beside them all and slam the first one, I twist the lid off of.
“Are you at least gonna pass me one of those?”
I slam another one and then shake my head.
“Get your own booze, asshole. I’m sure Satan has a nice collection you can choose from.”
“She doesn’t actually,” he says standing up, “she’s going through withdrawal and there is no alcohol in your house.”
“Yeah, right,” I snort half-laughing, “Satan would kill anyone who fucked with her poison.”
“I’m serious,” he says, reaching for a bottle, “she’s in pretty bad shape.”
I smack his hand, but he snatches it and takes a seat beside me.
“What the fuck, Pax? This isn’t a friendly visit, you fuck. God you are relentless, sitting here lying to my face like I’m an idiot. I fucking saw you guys, you stupid shit!”
He slams back the shot of whiskey and growls like he always does when he’s mad.
“You’re wrong about what you think you saw, Kirsten. Just think about it for a second.”
“Fuck you Pax, I don’t want to think about it for a second! I’ve been thinking about it my whole fucking life already… don’t you fucking get it? You gave her exactly what she wanted.”
I unscrew the lid off another bottle and slam it, starting to feel the anger come back tenfold as I picture them in the shower, together, his hands all over her, and it makes me want to puke.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake already! Stop drinking and just listen to me for once! I did not sleep with your mother; I was helping her, Goddammit!”
“Helping her what? Get you off because I never put out all weekend? That’s classy Pax, really fucking classy!”
“Not even close… she was covered in vomit and piss for shit’s sake! Gabe dropped her off with Natasha and left to go and get her prescription filled at the pharmacy. That’s the fucking
