Chapter Ten
DAVIN
I can’t stop thinking about how incredible she tasted!
The sounds she made as Brax fucked her sent me spiraling. The way she responded to our touch was fucking everything. The sight of her covered head to toe in blood was a wet dream come true. I wanted to lick her body clean and then feast on that delicious cunt until she was screaming my name.
“Restoration needs to be completed by the town gathering for the fourth party.” I snap my head and peer around the side of the scaffolding to see Tommy and Zenaya standing out front of the church.
Brax, Korbin and I are replacing some of the guttering around the church.
I don’t technically have to be here since I’m not part of this program but I am the one who fought for it.
Plus, working with them allows me more time to spend with them, it’s not like I need the money.
“I am aware of the deadline, sheriff. You don’t need to keep phoning me or dropping by unannounced.
” The anger in Zenaya’s tone has me studying Tommy harder.
It’s no secret that Korbin and I never liked him and that he had a hardon for her years ago, but I always thought he was her friend so why does she seem to hate him so much now?
He steps in closer to her, leaving an inch of space between their bodies. Not liking how close he is to her, I drop my hammer and stalk around the side of the building. I can feel Brax and Korbin right behind me but don’t slow my pace.
“I can do whatever the fuck I want, you know that,” he says cockily in her face.
“You can go fu—” She clamps her mouth closed when I come to stand beside her, drawing Tommy’s focus to me. Disdain is clear in his eyes when he looks at me. He cuts a glance to Korbin and Brax and lifts his upper lip in a snarl.
“Can we help you, sheriff?” I ask.
His eyes narrow. “You think you are so smug—”
Zenaya cuts him off when she shifts to stand in front of me and places her hands on her hips. “It’s time you left, sheriff. I will see you on Sunday for mass.” He shoots her a longing look before he turns on his heel and stalks off. None of us utter a word until he climbs into his car.
“What the fuck was that about?” Braxton asks.
A whoosh of air escapes her and her shoulders droop in defeat as she slowly turns to face us. “Nothing. No use in dragging up the past as everyone thinks what they want about me anyway,” she mutters, then heads back inside the church without so much as a backward glance.
“Fuck this,” Korbin snarls, then chases after her.
Brax and I both groan in frustration before following after him into the church.
Zenaya is halfway down the aisle but the sound of Koby’s pounding footfalls behind her has her whirling around and looking at him in shock.
He stops a couple of feet away from her and she looks with worry in her eyes.
“What the fuck is up with you and Tommy?”
Her face scrunches in confusion for a second before something dawns on her and she blanks her face of all emotion and clasps her hands in front of herself, looking like the perfect innocent nun we know her not to be.
“The sheriff was here to check on the progress of the restorations of the church and to praise you three for your hard work.”
Brax scoffs and shakes his head as he shoots her a dark look. “For someone who told the biggest lie of their life to ruin two other people’s lives, you’re pretty shit at covering for your dear sheriff.” Anger clouds her face as she stares at Brax with contempt.
“Think what you want about me, I tried to explain to you both what happened—”
Korbin cuts her off before she can finish. “Was that before you ran away or after we were sent to fucking prison for touching you?” She flinches as if his words caused her physical pain.
Tears spring to her eyes as she looks at my man and shakes her head. “I never lied,” she whispers brokenly.
“Yeah, and we never spent the past four years rotting in hell because of you,” Korbin spits out, then stalks out of the church, leaving the three of us standing here. When she looks to Brax he holds his hand up silencing her.
“You did more than ruin his life. You broke his fucking heart. That was something not even his mother achieved when she left him behind.” She stumbles back a step and grips the edge of the pew to keep herself from falling to her knees.
Brax follows after Korbin, leaving me alone with her.
Tears roll down her cheeks and there is something about the look in her eyes that has me asking.
“Why did you do it?”
A strangled sob escapes her as she slowly looks at me. “I didn’t know they were arrested,” she whispers.
“How could you not fucking know?” I snap, making her recoil.
“I was gone when they came for them. I left so they wouldn’t hurt you or them,” she mutters, then turns and runs away into the back of the church, leaving me standing here utterly fucking perplexed and with a shit load more questions.
That night we waited for her for three hours.
I slipped a letter under her door before dinner, which she never came down and ate.
We stood there ready to unleash our pent up rage and demons on her, only to be left with no other option than to take out our frustrations on each other.
I’m not complaining though. I got to suck Koby off while his father fucked me and got me off.
That was fucking hot and so needed, but I still felt like something was missing and I hate to admit that the thing missing wasn’t a something but a someone.
We planned to take out our anger on her this morning, but she hasn’t shown her face and the three of us are left telling people who come looking for her that she isn’t around.
“Is she sick?” Korbin asks us as he dips his paintbrush into the bucket.
“Fuck if I know,” I answer and continue painting the back porch of the church. “She said something that I can’t stop thinking about,” I announce.
Brax and Korbin look over at me. “What did she say?” Brax hedges.
“She said she was gone before you two got arrested and that she left so none of us would get hurt.”
Korbin snorts. “She’s a lying bitch,” he sneers.
Brax stares off into the distance and I can tell he is pondering her words. “She wasn’t there,” he says aloud.
“Huh?” I say.
He looks at both of us with a strange look on his face. “She took off two weeks before the cops showed up.”
“What do you mean?” Korbin pushes.
Brax runs a hand through his hair and sighs. “When you and Vin left to check out that college, she and I got into a disagreement. She took off and that was the last time I saw her.”
“Wait a fucking second,” Korbin snaps and takes a step toward his father. I drop my paintbrush and reach out and grab his arm to hold him back but he pulls free. “You never said a damn word to me about that.”
Brax throws his hands in the air in frustration. “What fucking difference does it make?” he yells. “She was angry at me, so she went and told a bullshit story to the cops and we paid the price.”
“What was the argument over?” I ask him.
Brax clamps his mouth closed and looks away not wanting to answer. “Tell me!” Korbin roars and grips the front of his father’s shirt and presses his forehead against Brax’s. “Fucking tell me why she left?”
“Because I wanted him to divorce my mom and marry me.” At the sound of her voice I whirl around to see her standing there on the back porch, looking utterly devastated.
Something tells me that there is more to what fucking happened than Korbin and I know, and I’m fucking furious at Brax for keeping shit from us when we had a right to know.
Their lives weren’t the only ones ruined, mine was too.
I gave up my dream of playing in the NFL to stay close so I could visit them and take over the company Brax started.
Granted I had help from his cousin who is the president of the Broken Cupid Brotherhood and his investors, Chris, Nick and Saint.
With their help and the guidance of his friend Cameron Hawk, I was able to open the new location of the adult club Sinners Welcome and go in on a joint merger with Cameron, Van and Clayton and his other two sons for three new locations across the US.