Page 211 of Remorseless

“I’m not!”

Willard grabbed him and shoved him to Eliza before Cleaner snatched his collar and threw Ryan on the ground, bouncing him around like a yo-yo. He tried to roll out of the way, but Cleaner crouched down and held his shoulders, while someone else caught his kicking legs.

She rode his mouth, bit his dick and balls until he cried, and then forced his cock into her. He focused on memories of his time with Harley. His ride back to the club with Kendall, where she’d hurt his ears with fucking Opera music. The evening with his cousins after the family dinner. Mom visiting his room every night since the day in the club when she begged for his life and telling him how much she loved him.

He thought about Nyx and how she loved to suck dick. Mostly, he thought of Molly just out of reach and completely out of sight. Cleaner’s hands and shirt were bloody for a reason. Eliza had no injuries on her body.

When she finished, he repaired his clothes, turned to his side and threw up.

His phone slammed against his thigh.

“Pictures saved for posterity, boy,” Wally, Jr. said, spitting a wad of phlegm and tobacco next to Ryan’s head.

“Say sorry, and we’ll get that bitch for you,” Willard said.

Moans and grunts rose in the rapidly descending darkness. Several lanterns flared to life aided by phone flashlights.

Cleaner was fucking Eliza.

Through a haze, Ryan remembered Molly. He was there for her. If he had to suffer humiliation and degradation to get her back, he was fine with that.

Wiping his hand across his mouth, he staggered to his feet. Eliza Bart’s scent was all over him. She wasn’t sweet smelling like a lot of the girls at the club. His cousins. His mother. His aunts.Tabitha, when he’d seen her the other day at Kendall’s office, smelled like a girl should. A musky, sour smell permeated Eliza’s body.

“Are you sorry you insulted my momma?” Willard demanded.

“Yes!” Ryan sucked back his tears, hating Willard more than he’d ever hated anyone. Even CJ.

“Are you sorry for declining my invitation to come back to my house?”

“Yes, I’m sorry for insulting her and not visiting. Now, can I take Molly?”

Cleaner shouted, stiffened, and jerked, obviously coming, then he staggered to his feet and covered his cock. Eliza remained on the ground, her legs spread.

“You said you wasn’t going to come in her, Cleaner,” Wally, Jr. complained. “Now, I got to suck it out of her. Don’t want no black baby popping out her pussy.”

At Cleaner’s glare, Wally, Jr. raised his hands.

“Don’t mean no offense. Suppose I wind up back in jail. Black dudes won’t care my bitch got a black baby. They’ll still kick my fucking ass.”

“Probably take some fucking ass, too,” Cleaner said, laughing at his own joke.

Wally, Jr. sniffed, gesturing with the gun. “White dudes won’t be happy neither. They’ll leave me to my fucking fate.”

Cleaner shrugged. “Then suck my cum out her pussy.”

What parallel universe had Ryan entered? Hadn’t the motherfuckers ever heard of Plan B?

Fuck, hadn’t he come in Eliza? He just wanted to get Molly and escape.

“Do you know the common denominator between Mattie, Harley and Rebel, Taylor?” Willard asked out of the blue.

That was easy. “CJ.”

“CJ,” Willard echoed. “Mattie suddenly thinks she’s too good to fuck my brother. And that fucking quarter-breed.” He spat. “I’m going to fucking humiliate her before I fucking kill her.”

The anger stirring in his gut at how Willard talked about Harley shocked Ryan. She was already so fucking vulnerable. He couldn’t imagine what Willard’s abuse was doing to her. In hindsight, if CJ was still close to her, she would’ve told him. In turn, he would’ve gone to MorticianandOutlaw. More than likely, Ryan’s role in her spy cam would’ve been uncovered.

He scrubbed a hand over his face and frowned. His fingers smelled sour, like Eliza’s pussy.