Page 166 of Ruptured
“She’ll show you her collection of crochet pieces,” Diesel said. “Compliment her decent cooking skills and she’ll reward you with her excellent oral skills.”
Maybe Mattiewasn’tone of them. She was the only one who frowned. She also reassessed her goodwill toward both Diesel and Kaia.
Because, frankly, who hadn’t Diesel slept with? He was a next level man whore with questionable judgment. If Kaia wasn’t as raggedy, Mattie wouldn’t have been so concerned about him and Rebel. Fuck, a mongrel with a passel of bitches and puppies was better than Diesel.
CJ grabbed a chair from a nearby table, placed it next to her and sat. “My Nintendo Switch is upstairs. I bought you and Rebel one,” he whispered to her. “Rebel was setting hers up when I left. Why don’t you yours? When I come back upstairs, I won’t beat the two of you too bad atMario Kart.”
“What do you have to talk about?”
“Nothing,” he said cheerfully.
“Will you tell me if I ask really nice?”
“We’re planning a surprise.”
Mattie perked up. “For who? I can help!”
Grant tugged her hair. “I guarantee you can’t, Matt.”
At the sight of Daddy breezing in. Mattie tensed, her contentment fleeing.
Though Daddy didn’t always succeed at playing nice, she couldn’t imagine his reaction at finding her surrounded by boys…men…boys and men.
She slid down, praying for the ability to disappear into thin air or have the floor open up and swallow her.
Greeting the bikers protracted his arrival. By the time he arrived at the table and noticed her, she was almost hyperventilating.
He froze.
Fearing humiliation but knowing she couldn’t stop his vitriol, she pasted a smile on her lips. “Hi, Daddy,” she said, opting for cheeriness, but falling short of her goal. She sounded frightened.
“Mattie,” he said with a nod. “What are you doing here? I thought you were at the hospital to be with Rebel and Megan.”
“I-I am. But…but I wanted a biscotti and a cappuccino.”
His brows lifted and his mouth tightened. He’d never believe she hadn’t sought out any of the guys in her company, even her cousins.
“A biscotti and cappuccino,” Daddy echoed.
She nodded.
“You couldn’t take it to the room?”
Licking her lips, she shook her head, unable to detect his mood. She didn’t know if he felt any pain from his missing fingers or if he needed to rest. A tremble surged through her. “Any particular reason why, Matilda?”
His questions sounded innocuous, but she knew better. “I needed a moment to myself.”
Her father glanced at all the guys except CJ and Bishop, then back at her. “Unless my eyes are deceiving me, you aren’t alone.”
“It’s because we were trying to get the table from her, Uncle Johnnie,” Ryan volunteered. “Convince her to leave.”
“Did I ask you, nephew?”
Although Ryan glanced away, anger wafted from CJ.
Daddy smirked. “You have something to say to me, CJ?”
“Fortunately, no, uncle. I’m in great pain answering you.”
