Page 100 of Pulse
Hammer started to laugh like I’d told the funniest joke in the entire world. “Yeah? We’ll see about that. You’ve got no follow through, unlike me.” He grasped his cock and anger seared through my veins. “I followed through right into your sister.”
Rage exploded in my body and I lunged, the only coherent thought in my head was getting my hands on Hammer so I could beat the life out of him.
Hamish shoved me back and I stumbled into the far wall. “Don’t even think about it,” he murmured so no one else could hear. “You’ll get kicked out if you fight out of the cage.”
“Faggots,” Hammer hissed.
Hamish’s eyes blazed and he turned on his heel to face the fucker. “If you even come close to them again, it’ll be an iron bar breaking your legs this time.”
“Then why don’t you just do it Goblin? You’re all talk.”
“That’s the difference between scum and decency, Hammer. If you had any of the latter, you’d fuckin’ understand. Too bad you’re dumb as dog shit.”
Hammer narrowed his eyes and glanced at me. “When we get in that cage Fuller, it will be the last time.”
I narrowed my eyes right back, understanding his meaning one hundred percent. I wasn’t sure if it worried me, but I was still seeing red, so sense and feeling were a long way off.
Hammer backed away, his gaze never leaving mine, solidifying his warning…or his promise. It wasn’t until he rounded the corner that I let some of the tension bleed from my limbs.
“I told ya I’d have your back,” Hamish said, clapping me on the shoulder. “I’m a man of me word.”
Another person who was a man of their word was Hammer.
I knew that this time would be the last. Once we got in that cage Hammer wouldn’t stop until he’d taken my life, so I better be ready to do the same. It just sucked that I’d have to give up the last part of myself that was good to be able to do it.
Spitfire. By avenging her, the woman I loved, I might lose her too.
I was keeping secrets again and I was considering committing the ultimate crime in her name. It didn’t get any worse than this.
If there was another way out, I wasn’t sure what it was and the more I thought about it, I knew there wasn’t.
This was how it was meant to go down.
Someone had to die.
I was still seething by the time Ren and I got back to Beat that night.
It was past midnight, pushing one am, as we showered together. Usually the hot water, her wet mouth and her pussy were enough to calm me down, but tonight I was still strung out.
Hammer and I had come to an understanding about how this would end between us and I didn’t like it one bit.
I toweled my Spitfire dry and she dressed as my body hummed with the quick fuck we’d just had. God, fucking her, burying my cock into the woman I loved…even that couldn’t take the edge off.
I watched as she brushed her fingers through her damp hair, combing out the tangles. She was beautiful, strong, everything I wasn’t and fuck I loved her. I didn’t understand my feelings, even though they now had a name, and the ache that spread in my chest didn’t seem connected. Love was meant to make you feel good, right? Then why did I feel like crap?
“What’s wrong?” Ren asked after a moment.
“Nothing,” I bit out.
“Like fuck,” she hissed and I instantly felt like crap. “I’m not stupid; I can feel you pushing me away without you even lifting a finger.” She sighed, hanging up her towel. “I can feel it in the way you fucked me.”
“I didn’t fuck you,” I replied, my voice coming out a little angrier than I would’ve liked.
“There’s two kinds of fucking with you, Maverick,” she said, narrowing her pretty brown eyes. “The consuming kind where I know it’s from your heart and the kind we just had in the shower.”
“And what kind is that?”
