Each word hit me like a blow.
“Ty, I –”
“Played me,” he finished for me then lifted a big hand and jabbed a long finger at me on every “you”. “You did not rot in that f**kin’ place for five years. You do not got a skin tone that makes you a mark. You like black c**k but takin’ black cock, babe, does not make you black. You do not get to call the plays with this shit.” He jerked his hand back and his thumb to himself. “I do.”
“Listen to me.”
“Time to listen to you, Lexie, was f**kin’ weeks ago before you spread your f**kin’ legs, just like f**kin’ Misty and f**kin’ played me.”
His words hammering me, the blows so vicious it felt in places my skin had split open, I still found the strength to shake my head and take a step toward him saying, “Please, lis –”
“Do not get near me, bitch,” he growled and I froze, my eyes locked to his, the blood going so fast through my veins it felt like I was burning alive. “An hour,” he bit off. “I come back, you are out. You aren’t, Lexie, I’ll put you out.”
Then he turned, rounded the island and prowled to the door.
Then he was gone.
An hour later, so was I.
Chapter Fourteen
Shattered
Ty
Ty Walker opened the backdoor to his house and walked in to a big, seriously pissed off black man with tree trunk legs planted apart and beefy arms crossed on his chest.
He knew he’d get that when he got home.
He also didn’t give a f**k.
He closed the door and looked Julius right in the eye.
“She gone?” he asked.
“You are one serious dumb f**k.”
“She gone?”
“Oh yeah, brother, she’s gone.”
Ty Walker’s jaw clenched so hard he was lucky it didn’t freeze shut.
He jerked up his chin and headed to the stairs.
He was nearly there when Julius spoke.
“She loved you.”
That was bullshit. She didn’t.
She did, she wouldn’t have played him. She knew what playing him would do. She knew, he found out, she’d be right where she was now, wherever the f**k that was, but wherever it was, he did not f**king care.
Walker kept moving to the stairs.
Julius kept speaking.
“You broke her.”