Page 15 of Darkest Game

Sean scowls. “It was for me. And the girl doesn’t know how to have fun. She looked at me with disgust.”

“Can you blame her? You are disgusting, Sean.”

“Not all of us can be fucking underwear models, Liam.”

“For one thing, I’ve never been an underwear model but I’m flattered you think I could be one. And second, it’s not my fault you stink and look like shit. If you didn’t whip your penis out around girls without their consent, then maybe they wouldn’t look at you with disgust.”

“You kidnapped the girl! Don’t talk to me about consent.”

Liam glances at me and I avert my gaze. “I only kidnapped her for Jack and she was never supposed to be the one. But you don’t see me sticking her with my penis.”

“Word is out that you’re going to be sticking her with your penis soon. Once you’re married.”

“Exactly. Irina and I will be married. So maybe it’s not wise to show my soon to be bride your penis? Huh, Sean? You know how possessive I can get.”

Seans scoffs. “I’ve never seen you possessive over any girl in your life, Liam. You fuck them and then you leave them. You don’t care if they’ve been with other men.”

“You’re right. But Irina is going to be my wife. I may not be happy about it but it’s going to happen. So leave her the fuck alone.”

He holds his hands up in surrender. “Jeez. I didn’t realize.”

“Just go the fuck back inside.”

“Ok, ok. I’m going.”

“But first. Apologize to Irina.”

“For what?”

“For blasting her with your fucking disgusting piss, you idiot.” He smacks Sean upside the head.

Sean grumbles as he turns to me. I would much prefer him just to leave then listen to a half-hearted apology. I wonder why Liameven seems to care enough to make Sean do this. Liam made it very clear not that long ago that he wants nothing to do with me.

“It’s ok,” I say when Sean struggles to speak. “I don’t need an apology.”

Sean starts to leave when Liam grabs him by the back of his jacket and pins him to the metal bars. I gasp.

“Say you’re fucking sorry,” Liam growls.

“Ok, ok,” Sean says. “I’m sorry.”

“For?” Liam prompts.

“For peeing on you.”

“Oh, you fucker. You peed on her? You actually peed on her? We’re mobsters. Not fucking trash.”

“It was funny.”

Liam jams Seans face harder into the bars. “Continue.”

“Ok. I’m sorry,” Sean says to me. “For peeing on you and for making you see my cock.”

“Good.” Liam lets Sean go. “And don’t ever pull more disgusting shit like this again.”

“Got it.” Sean runs back up to the house, leaving me and Liam alone. Again.

“He actually peed on you?”