Tainted Bastard (Tainted Knights 4)

“And yet you didn’t mention it once.” I pushed him back. “Go. I hope you have fun.”

Turning, I stomped back to the stairs.

“For fuck’s sake, Roanna!” he growled from behind me, following me down the steps. “I was going to tell you.”

“Doubtful,” I snapped.

I was nearly to the bottom when he tried to grab my arm again. I jerked away from his touch, only to miss the next step.

“Ro!” Sin’s fingers grazed my arm as I felt myself begin to fall.

Tiny caught me before I could face-plant on the floor. “You okay?” he asked, noting the tears that were glazing my eyes.

I gave him a tight smile. “Thanks for the save,” I told him. “I probably would have broken my face. Can’t damage the goods. Then no one will ever come back to see the Blonde Bombshells.”

His lips tilted up. “Doubtful. Even with a broken face, you would still look good, Ro.”

Sin took advantage of me being distracted with the head of security to lift me up and toss me over his shoulder. I was getting tired of him carrying me off like that whenever we had an argument. His arms tightened around my legs, making it impossible to kick him like I wanted to.

He got three feet before I pushed his beltless jeans down over his ass, making them fall to his knees. The group that was just coming into the club stopped behind him, gawking.

I smacked him on his ass, thankful he was wearing boxer briefs. “Put me down before you fall, asshole.”

“Keep it up, sweet girl. I’ll kick these damn jeans off and walk out of here bare-assed if I have to,” he warned.

“Whatever,” I muttered, calling his bluff. “Your keys are in your pocket. You won’t leave them behind.”

“Didn’t say I was leaving them. Just that I would walk out of here bare-assed if I have to.” He moved aside so the group could get by.

As one of the girls passed, she paused and helped him pull his jeans up. I watched as the brunette got close, her hands touching what was mine.

Fuck no.

I squirmed, kicking her in the chest with one foot. She jerked back.

“Oops, sorry. Not sorry,” I snarled at her. “Get the fuck away from my boyfriend, slut.”

“Jeesh, I was trying to help. Chill out, bitch.” She rushed off before I could kick her again.

Laughing, Sin carried me out of the club. His car was parked in the back lot with all the other employees, so he walked around the building, taking the side alley to avoid the crowd

still waiting to get in. “Your jealousy is adorable, babe.”

“Stop laughing at me,” I yelled at him, beating my hand against his jean-covered ass. “I’m pissed at you, and you think it’s funny.”

Reaching his car, he opened the passenger door and set me down. Crouching down in front of me, he took one of my hands in his and brought it to his lips. “I don’t think it’s funny that you’re pissed at me. It’s cute that you wanted to tear that chick’s head off just for helping me out.”

“No one asked her to put her nose in our business,” I grumbled. “Her hands were on you, and you didn’t say shit.”

“She helped me pull my pants up so I wouldn’t fall and drop the most precious thing in my world.” He leaned in, kissing the corner of my mouth.

I pulled my head back after the first contact, needing to stay coherent so I didn’t give in. He’d hurt me tonight, something I had been sure Sin would never do.

“For someone who is so precious to you, you sure know how to make her heart ache,” I told him, turning away so I didn’t have to look at him.

“Ro,” he said with a long exhale. “I didn’t know how to tell you. I want to go, but I didn’t want to upset you.”

“You failed that mission pretty spectacularly.” Pulling my hand free, I crossed my hands over my chest. “All you had to do was tell me when you first decided you were going. Instead, you didn’t say jack shit.”