Death of Cupids (The Blood of Cupids MC) Read Free

seen her rack, right?  While I was
slicing my knife down her chest, they were kind of hard to miss.  I’ve
grabbed them too.  I’ve grabbed all of her.  Did she tell you
that?  Did she tell you how I held her tits in my palms and squeezed them
so hard?  Did she tell you I sucked her tit until she screamed?”
     
    How could I put her back in that position?  How could I
allow her to be anywhere near that psychopath?  Time and time again, I was
reminded of her strength.  I was reminded that she truly had the ability
to handle any situation that was thrown at her.  But now, things were
different.  She wasn’t only protecting herself; she was protecting my
child.  I couldn’t put my family in harm’s way.  I just couldn’t.
     
    On the other hand, my family was Grace, and if I knew
anything about her, it was that she paved her own way.  Once she had
settled on something, I wouldn’t be able to hold her back.
     
    I placed my hand on her chest, lightly rubbing my thumb over
the raise of her scar.  It killed me to be reminded of him every time I
saw her naked body, every time I felt her.  It was as if he had cut her for
the sole reason of torturing me for the rest of my life.  And now I had to
let her go back.  I had to give him the opportunity to mark her again.
     
    I looked up at Grace, praying that she had already come up
with an alternative to my next statement.  I took in a deep breath and
slowly exhaled.  “I guess we’re going back home.”
     
    There was no alternative, no plan, no solution.  Grace
just nodded.
     
    We were going home.

 
     

    Grace
     
     
    I left Ryan alone in the bedroom; he needed some time to
gather his bearings, and I wanted time to get some answers out of Anne Marie
Carter.  Call it jealousy, call it a lack of trust in others, or call it a
woman’s intuition, but I really didn’t trust the woman.
     
    I sauntered down the hall, turning into the kitchen
area.  The kitchen was small, just the necessary appliances, but it had an
island with a good amount of storage underneath and enough space for four
barstools.  The kitchen opened into a dining area, and just across the way
was our living room, where Ryan’s mother sat.
     
    “Would you like a glass of water, Mrs. Carter?”
    “That’s very kind of you, dear.  Thank you.”
     
    I felt a shudder up my spine when she called me dear.  She didn’t even know me; why was she using pet names?  I already had a
bad taste in my mouth about her, but I tried to convince myself that it was
most likely due to her abandonment of the man I loved and not because she was a
bad person.  I didn’t know the situation.  Circumstances might have
been out of her control.  Just because she left, didn’t make her a bad
person.  Or did it?  I was having a hard time convincing myself that
those two things might not be one and the same.    
     
    “Here you are.”  I said as I handed her the glass full
of ice water.
    “Thank you.”  I could tell she wanted to ask a
question, so I waited before jumping in with any of mine.  I saw her eyes
dart down the hallway.  She stumbled over her words.  “Ryan… is he…
okay?”
    A laughed a little.  “Would you be okay if your mother,
who abandoned you twenty years ago, just randomly showed up one day and asked
you to risk your life to rescue siblings who you never knew existed?”  It
was snarky and a bit rude, yes, but she asked for it with that ridiculous
question.
     
    “No, no.  You’re right.  This was not the reunion
I imagined.”
     
    Hold on.  She imagined a reunion of any kind? 
When was she planning on that one?  I wanted to jump back down her throat,
I protected my own, but I would have to save it for another time.  There
was a more pertinent question on the tip of my tongue.  That fight would
have to wait for another time.
     
    “So where is he?”
    “Who?”  Her eyes focused on mine.
    “Don’t play coy.  Sean is here.  Why did he