house. I came here for your sexy ass and a little alone time.” He ticked his head toward the back room and darkened hall. “Give me fifteen minutes. I’ll have you begging for my dick.”
Eww. No way.
First, he was my damn stepbrother. Two, he was a piece of shit low life with no desire to do anything with his life but drink up my father’s booze, buy and sell drugs, and play like he was someone important. He ran up debts and stole money. If he wasn’t out whoring around, he was trying to bother me for it. Disgusted, I couldn’t even acknowledge the fact that he’d once again offered sex.
A new leather vest covered his body and I saw the patches on the front that read Prospect and Trigger. It was pretty obvious he gave himself the nickname or road name, whatever those bikers called themselves. It wasn’t the name that caused my ire but the association with a club that represented everything I hated about Tonopah. The Scorpions MC were a bunch of thieves and druggies with a reputation for partying too hard and causing trouble. There were rumors they took girls and passed them around, forcing sex and a debt to their club.
“Hey,” Moby replied with a snarl, “I’m talkin’.”
Yeah, yeah. Nothing he had to say was interesting.
“And I said I’m cleaning. I’ve got to hurry up and get to the bar. My shift starts soon.”
He gave me an exasperated look and stomped over to the fridge, opening it up and pulling out leftovers. “This shit is old. Make me somethin’ else.”
I didn’t cook or clean for this fool. The trailer belonged to my father and he was the only reason I put up with Moby and his bullshit. If my sister wasn’t off and living her own life halfway across the U.S. map I wouldn’t be dealing with this shit on my own.
“I don’t have time, Moby. I’ve got work,” I reminded him, rinsing off the sponge in the sink.
His attack was swift. I should have seen it coming. After all, his brutality began almost the day Gil hooked up with my stepmom. She didn’t stick around either. Gil Holloway was a cancer that ate away at everyone around him. I had the unfortunate luck to share his DNA.
Moby shoved me into the sink as the broken edge of the countertop scraped my skin. He shoved my head down into the basin as he stuck his free hand between my legs from behind. I’d worn shorts today and his thick fingers tried to pry their way inside my intimate parts. I did the only thing I could. My leg lifted slightly and then I slammed the heel of my boot onto his foot. There was a crunching sound and he howled in pain, releasing me immediately.
“Fuck!” he swore, hopping around and bumping into furniture, knocking over a couple of dining chairs that were mismatched but unlucky enough to remain inside instead of the trash where they belonged. Speaking of trash . . .
“Don’t touch me,” I hissed, reaching into my back pocket, and pulling my knife free. “We aren’t doing a damn thing together. Not now. Not ever.”
“You’re gonna regret that,” he warned.
“I’ll take my chances.”
Before he could lunge for me again, I cautiously made my way toward the front door. He tracked my every movement with his cold, dark blue eyes but didn’t say a word. I knew what he was implying. There was no way I could come back here again alone. It wasn’t safe.
This was probably a good thing. It wasn’t like my efforts were appreciated. My father never thanked me. He just expected that I would show up and cook meals, clean his place, and then go back to my shitty two-bedroom apartment that I could barely afford. I only made the rent and survived because Suraya was roommate, and we shared the cost.
I didn’t stop moving until I was out of the trailer and then I ran for my truck, hopping into the old red Ford Ranger that I’d saved every penny to buy for over two years. Gravel spit out from behind my tires as I sped away, thankful to escape Moby and his unwanted attention. He’d always been an ass but his recent involvement with the Scorpions took his violence to a whole new level.
The Blacktop parking lot was empty when I showed up over an hour early for my shift. I was closing tonight which sucked but usually