Wirth (Dirty Aces MC #5) - Lane Hart Page 0,47
what the men are doing to Rian, what Wirth could be doing to Rian, even though I can hear the occasional thump and strangled curse.
A few stray tears drip down over my nose and hit the bedding when I think about how stupid I was to trust him. He told me to call Rian to come over before he touched me. He had a plan that whole time he was kissing me and inside of me. I don’t think anyone has ever hurt me so badly. Well, at least not anyone that wasn’t a relative. My father and Rian damaged me enough. That’s why I’ve never been in a serious relationship with a man, because I know it would end with having my heart broken. And while Wirth and I weren’t even close to being together as a couple, I thought he cared about me enough to not manipulate me or go after my brother.
When the bedroom door handle jiggles like someone’s on the other side unlocking it, I pop right up into a sitting position, waiting to see who it is.
I wasn’t expecting Hunt, although I guess I should have.
It’s only the second time I’ve seen him since the night the bar was attacked. The side of his face is still red and raw with a bandage over his ear. That’s all the time I have to assess him before he shuts the door behind him and then he’s on me. His fingers wrap around my throat and squeeze, pulling me off the bed. I struggle to get my feet on the floor before I pass out from a lack of oxygen.
His eyes are dark and empty when he says, “If it were up to me, you and your brother would both be dead already. Nothing is worse than being betrayed by a goddamn whore!”
Even though his hand is hurting my throat, making me gasp, I’m relieved to know Rian is still alive after all.
The edges of my vision are starting to go black when Hunt finally releases me. I fall to my knees, thankful he let me go and didn’t kill me yet. My fingers try and smooth the ache on the outside of my neck, and I have to clear my throat a few times before I can finally speak. “I’m sorry,” I tell him honestly. “You do…what you have to…for family.”
Grabbing my chin roughly between his finger and thumb, he forces my head back to look up at him. “Exactly,” Hunt says. “Which is why you’re lucky to still be breathing.”
From the look on his face, I can tell he’s still not convinced he shouldn’t end me right here and now. But thankfully, the bedroom door opens and the pretty guy with jet black hair is filling it.
“Let her go,” he orders Hunt. The furious man releases my chin but then his palm hauls back and slaps the shit out of the side of my face. “Enough, Hunt! Let’s go. Wirth’s called a meeting.”
Just hearing his name stings more than my burning cheek.
“Coming,” Hunt says, finally turning away and leaving me on the floor to stomp past the guy holding the door open.
“You okay?” he asks, his voice and his handsome face sounding sincere.
“Yeah. I’m just fucking awesome,” I tell him sarcastically when I grab the side of the bed to pull myself up to my feet.
“Stay here. I don’t think it’ll be much longer,” he says before leaving. I hear the lock turn from the outside, and then I’m a lonely, miserable prisoner again.
Wirth
“What the fuck was Hunt doing in there with Maeve?” I go ask Devlin in a frantic rush.
“She’s fine. He just slapped her around a little,” he says. “Nothing she didn’t deserve.”
That’s easy for him to say. I wonder what he would think about an angry man being alone with Jetta.
Except, Jetta would never be a traitor to the MC or betray Devlin.
Fuck. Nothing is ever simple.
“What’s going on, man?” Malcolm asks when everyone is gathered in the kitchen – all the original Aces, except for Fiasco, and the old Knights.
Maeve will have to wait. Right now, I need to convince ten men to put aside their pride and egos to prevent going to war with the Irish.
“I’ve worked out a truce with Cormac, the guy leading the Irish,” I explain.
“You did what now?” Malcolm exclaims.
“I went and talked to him, trying to figure out what his problem was,” I say, noticing that Rian, who is still seated in a kitchen chair