Page 51 of Arm Candy Warrior

I smile. “Wouldn’t you be? I’m horny, Johnny. I want you.”

Torture lances his face. He strides quickly toward the door, opening it before I can barely even blink. He drags a figure inside, and I try to cover up with nothing but my hands to aid me.

When Magnum looks up, the confused look on his face washes away, and he stops. “Fuck her,” Johnny orders, pointing at me.

“What?” I screech.

“You’re fucking horny, and I can’t.” He turns toward Magnum again. “Fuck my girl. Make her come.”

Magnum holds his hands up. “No. I won’t do that.”

“You took an oath to do what I say, and right now, I need you to mount my girl until she screams.”

“You don’t want me to do that, J. You really don’t.”

Johnny moves toward one of the tables by the side of the couch. He whips the drawer open and pulls out a gun. “I said…” He spins toward Magnum, raising the gun to point directly at Mag’s chest. “…fuck my girlfriend. If she isn’t screaming by the time you’re done, I’m putting a bullet in your head.”

“Johnny,” I cry, moving up the couch. He’s completely lost it.

I slip off the side, but Magnum says, “Stay back, Kyla.”

“No, Kyla. Move forward,” Johnny orders. “Remember how you just wanted to ride me. Ride him.” He peeks at me for a moment. “I’m so sorry I keep doing this to you. I deserve it, don’t I? I fucked that whore in the dress shop. You know you want to do this to me. To get back at me.”

“You’ll never forgive yourself, man,” Magnum says. “You don’t want this.” He seems to assess the room. Every time I move, he jerks his gaze back to me, giving me a warning look.

“I said—!”

Magnum moves forward, making quick work of getting the gun away from Johnny. He takes it from his grip and slips it into the back of his pants before planting his hands on his forearms. “You don’t want this, man. That’s your girl right there. You’re scaring her.”

Johnny’s whole body trembles. Magnum shakes him and then shoves off.

I move forward, wrapping my arms around Johnny as Magnum backs away. Now that pretty much everyone has seen my goods, I blow out a breath, eyeing the two of them and just hoping that it’s over now.

“I’m sorry,” Johnny says into my ear.

“Shh,” I say, motioning to Magnum that I’m fine.

“No one hears of this,” Johnny demands the second Magnum’s hand grabs the knob to exit the room.

“I wouldn’t do that to you.”

When Magnum leaves, I take Johnny to the couch and cuddle next to him. My mind still races from the quick turn of events that I can barely wrap my head around. Was it a test? Or did Johnny just completely go insane for a minute?

A lost stare meets my gaze. “I’m completely fucked in the head. I can’t fuck you because I hear my father’s voice telling me I can’t even though I so badly want to tell him to fuck himself. I love my father, but fuck.” His muscles tighten. “It’s like he takes pleasure in taking things from me. My mom. You.”

Now we’re getting somewhere.

“Just because people are related to you, doesn’t mean they’re what you need in your life,” I say, speaking from experience. My aunt and uncle were always there, and they were good to me, but whether it was in my own head or not, I was never theirs. Maybe Johnny’s feeling the same right now. His dad is good to him. In his eyes, he’s probably given Johnny the best life, but sometimes, that’s not enough.

“You can’t repeat any of this.”

My jaw hardens. “My allegiance is to you,” I say.

His stare almost knocks me off my feet. He grips my hips. “I can’t believe I just told Mag to fuck you. I would’ve killed him.”

“I think he knew that.”

All the pressure Johnny is under is threatening to explode in different ways. I don’t know that I’ve noticed it before. The truth is, Johnny’s still young, but he runs areas of his father’s business with skilled, experienced hands. The one thing he has apart from that is me. Yet, I’m also a part of that too.

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