Distorted Love (Dark Intentions Duet 1)

Who the fuck deals with all that shit?

Maybe I should have stayed away at the beginning.

But my stupid idiotic heart wouldn’t allow that to happen.

My hand clutches my handbag as I reach for the door, pulling it open. He’s waiting and watching me. The minute my heels touch the gravel, my heart does this weird jump. Last time I was here, he told me he was engaged. Now I’m here to discuss my reasons for being sold and learning that Livia is having his baby.

My heart shatters.

How did this become my life?

Turning to face him, he watches me, waits for me to come to him. I do the most idiotic thing I think I’ve ever done in my life, I flip him the bird.

Then I start walking down his driveway away from him, and I can hear his laugh as he follows me.

Chapter 25

Ryken

She’s fire and ice. I could burn her in gasoline, then step into the fire and burn right along with her. She’s grown a backbone since I’ve been gone. It’s hot. I want to fuck her even more.

“Should I bring her back, Boss?” He’s trying to hide his smirk.

She gave me the finger and then proceeded to walk away even after coming all this way. It doesn’t surprise me, though, considering what she’s just heard. Quinn needs to keep his mouth shut and next time let me explain what’s going on.

“No, I’ll get her.” Taking off after her, she doesn’t walk fast because her heels are so fucking high. When did she start dressing like that anyway? When I first saw her, I was shocked. She’s changed in the year I’ve been gone. But then again, so have I. I’m not the same person that left. No. I’m a little dirtier, even grittier than before. Now I have kills on my hands, and many collections as well. She won’t look at me the same way if she knows who I’ve become.

Her bag clings to her side, her small frame hasn’t changed. She’s still very much the girl I fell in love with. Even if our love wasn’t meant to be.

Just as I walk up behind her, her hand comes to my face, and she sprays. Something goes in my eyes, and I scream at her. She laughs then I hear her heels clicking again. I can’t see shit. My eyes are stinging, but I know this driveway, and I know her. Taking a blind step in her direction, I feel my hand go around her waist as I sling her little sexy body over my shoulder, and start walking back to the house. She isn’t going to leave that easily. We have things to discuss, things to organize.

“Boss.” A wet cloth is placed in my hand as she laughs. She tries to get down, but I’m not letting her go so she can run away. Wiping at my eyes with one hand, she makes it impossible.

“Take her.”

“Oh, no you don’t,” she says. I can feel her move as I hand her to Quinn. Quinn grunts, but I know he has hold of her because she swears at him as I clear my eyes so I can see her better. When I look at her, she’s smiling up at me, cheekily.

“Does it burn?”

“It’ll burn when I whip your fucking ass,” I say, relieving Quinn and picking her up. Carrying her inside, she doesn’t even try to fight me now, she just lays down my back, her hands clutching my shirt as I shut the door behind us. Walking up the stairs, I take her to my room then lock the door with a key and remove it, so she can’t escape. Things need to be discussed. Plans need to be made.

My hands rub along the door, my knuckles white from the conversation I just had with Michael. He wants her tomorrow. I don’t want to give her to him but there’s no choice. My payment wasn’t enough. He was sneaky and stole what’s mine without me knowing it.

When Michael told me I had to choose, Livia made the choice easier by telling me she was pregnant. The MC want a life for a life and Livia’s I couldn’t give because that would be two lives—hers and the life of my son. So that’s why I’m here. To collect what was once mine, or practically mine. My Barbie.

She’s enticing. She just doesn’t realize it. Saskia’s so blind to the way she looks that sometimes I want to shake her to make her see. But that’s also the appeal of Barbie. She doesn’t flaunt it, well, she never used to. Now as I look at her in her short dress and high heels I’m thinking otherwise.

“Where’s Stiles, Barbie?”

She shakes her head, crossing her legs in front of me. Her eyes look everywhere but me. “Barbie, don’t ignore me. I’ll spank your ass, otherwise.” I see her move, just the slightest amount. She wants me to. “You want me to fuck you, don’t you, Barbie?” She tries to not move, but I see her legs clench. Walking to her, I lift her chin up with my middle finger. “Do you want me to fuck you, Barbie?”