31. Davina
31
Davina
I squirt a generous amount of shampoo into my palm and lather it into my hair. I have to be at The Haven in a couple of hours. Taylor is going with Munsey on a run, so I’m covering her shift. I dropped Charlie off at my parents’ house, stopped by the grocery store, and came home to get ready. Mason is busy with club business, so there won’t be any alone time before my shift, but I’ll see him after so I make sure to shave.
Once I get out, I towel dry my hair then wrap it around my body. My phone is on the bathroom counter, so I turn on a random playlist and increase the volume. I’m singing and dancing along when movement catches my eye. Before it can register what’s happening, Collin has his hand over my mouth and has pinned me against the wall. I struggle against him but to no avail.
“You miss me?” he asks, rubbing his nose against mine. “I see you and Charles made up. Guess I did you both a favor killing Aiden. What do you have on underneath this towel?”
He unknots the top, letting the towel fall at our feet. My nipples perk from the cool air, not from his gaze, yet he still smirks.
“This isn’t the same body I devoured before,” he muses. “No, this is the body of a woman. You gave me a girl, a spectacular girl, but this…” he cups my tit, roughly massaging it. “...is much more delectable.”
I stare blankly at him, no use in fighting him. He’ll probably enjoy that and I refuse to give him the satisfaction.
“Tell me, are you on the pill, Davina? If I slid my cock between these thick thighs of yours and pumped your pussy full of my cum, would you get pregnant? How would that make my brother feel?”
Clenching my thighs together, I manage a laugh against his palm. He lowers it to my neck. “You still haven’t figured it out.”
His brow furrows and he squeezes my neck enough to make me gasp. “What’s that?”
“Charlie is your son.”
He shakes his head, backing up, and I immediately grab the towel to cover myself.
“No.”
“I found out after you were gone. He’s yours. Are you going to threaten to hurt him again? Are you going to harm your own son , Collin? What about me? Are you going to harm the mother of your child ?”
“You’re lying, bitch. Don’t you fucking lie to me!” he yells, punching the wall.
“I’m not lying. And if you come after my son, I will bring such hell on you, you’ll pray for death.”
He storms out and only when I hear the door slam, do I drop to the floor in tears. He has to be stopped. But how much will the club lose to do it? How much will I lose?