Page 7 of Remorseless
Scowling, she spun around and narrowed her eyes. “Don’t fuck with Joe, motherfucker,” she said, low.
Sharper stiffened. “You’re getting beside yourself. Especially since you’ve so thoroughly pissed off Cee Cee.” He closed the distance between them and grabbed her throat. “I don’t like mouthy cunts.”
“Considering you’re such a mouthy cunt, I can understand why,” she spat, despite the pressure he applied.
He shoved her away. “I don’t know why I bother with you.”
She smirked at him. “Because my pussy can’t compare to anyone’s. Even Char’s.”
“Only Logan’s cock outranks your pussy, pet,” he said in agreeable tones.
At her glare, he shrugged.
“You’re a disgusting fuckhead.”
Laughter rumbled from him, but immediately died at the sound of jingling spurs. Her breath catching, Patricia straightened. A moment later, her husband sauntered in. Ten years her senior at fifty-one, he was still incredibly handsome, though the wear-and-tear of his lifestyle was catching up to him. Small lines dented his face and threads of silver shot through his thinning black hair. His mouth had aneven crueler twist. Tattoos decorated his arms, neck, long fingers, and massive hands.
Hands he’d used to wield a belt and damage her girl a few months ago. Zoann was floundering. She thought Christopher didn’t care when Patricia knew the truth. She knew Joe lied to protect her son. She knew Daddy was sent to Colombia and she knew why. Over the years, she’d overlooked much of Logan’s attitude and forgiven even more. Except his fucked up bet that wagered her children was something shecouldn’toverlook.
It seemed as if she’d killed the wrong parent. Her mother had been on the way out anyway. But Logan? Her father?Daddy?
He’d gambled Christopher’s life or Zoann’s virginity.
“How could you, Sebastian?”
Cee Cee didn’t pretend ignorance. He was a very shrewd man. “I wouldn’t have killed Christopher, Pattie.”
“You’re a liar. You wouldn’t have made that bet.”
He took his sweet time lighting a cigarette and dragging on it a couple of times before answering her. “I wanted to fuck Zoann.”
“Fuckhead,” she spat, livid. Not caring about his retaliation, she flew at him and kneed his cock, then sank her nails into his cheeks and clawed him.
“Ouch!” Cee Cee yelled, grabbing her wrists and flinging her back before backhanding her.
She jumped to her feet and swiped her arm across her bloody nose. Her outrage and anger blocked any physical pain she should have felt from Cee Cee’s hit. “How could you hurt her like that? Why, Sebastian? My baby. She’s suffering. She doesn’t even have Christopher. Joe and I decided we had to protect him from the truth to keep him safe. You should’ve just come to me. If it meant sparing Zoann, I would’ve gladly submitted. Christopher lovesZoann, and it’s devastated him that she’s turned against him for no reason.”
He stared at her, then glanced away. “I don’t regret fucking her, but I appreciate how fiercely you protect her and my boy.” He gave her a half smile. “You know why.” Clearing his throat, he glanced over her shoulder. “Reverend Motherfucker. So good to see you.”
“Cee Cee.”
Smirking, Cee Cee glanced at all the shelves lining the walls. “Interesting room. Only the finest trophy room for Sharper Banks. Secret at that. In the bowels of his office.”
“What good is money without secrets?” Sharper asked.
“Oh, indeed, fuckhead,” Cee Cee responded, amused.
“Only the finesteverythingfor Sharper Banks,” Sharper replied. “The wallpaper is handmade Italian silk. The marble flooring is imported. The sconces are made from the purest crystal.”
“Isn’t it dangerous for you to set foot in here if that’s the case?” Patricia asked dryly.
Cee Cee laughed. “Only if it was silver. Motherfucker’s safe with crystal.”
“I’m not amused,” Sharper said. “I’m a holy man. Vampires and werewolves are the devil’s creation.”
“Then you shouldn’t have created them,” Patricia retorted.
“Fucking bitch,” Sharper snarled.
