“That’s bullshit,” he splutters. “No one will believe you.”
I wave my cell in his face. “I recorded you,” I lie. “Whatever the circumstances, it shows your wife you were cheating on her. And if ruining your marriage isn’t enough, I’ll ruin your fucking career too. I’ll email this to your boss. I’ll post it on social media. I’ll destroy your reputation.” I would never, in a million years, do any of those things. Even saying it feels like I’m sinking to new lows, but there is nothing I won’t do to protect Dillon and Ash.
His eyes narrow suspiciously. “Who are you?”
“I’m your worst fucking nightmare.” I glare at him, taking another step forward. “Don’t fucking push me, Cillian. I can ruin your life like that.” I snap my fingers.
“You’re all fucking mad,” he says, his gaze bouncing between the three of us. “And you two are a match made in hell.” He jabs his finger between Dillon and me.
“Leave,” I command. “Don’t say a word about Dillon or Ash. Not if you value the life you’ve got.”
“Crazy bitch,” he mutters, and Ash and I pounce on Dillon to hold him back.
Cillian walks off, shaking his head and muttering to himself. Wow. Ash sure knows how to pick ‘em.
Not that I can throw stones.
Cillian staggers down the driveway, almost falling a couple times. A car slows going past him, and I spot Fiona behind the wheel. Thankfully, she doesn’t stop, heading toward the house.
“Well, that was fun.” Sarcasm drips from my tone as I stare at brother and sister. “We should do that again some time.”
“Bloody hell.” Dillon reels me into his arms. “Is it wrong I’m turned on right now?”
“Yes,” Ash and I say in unison.
“Let’s get back to the house.” I thread my fingers in his. “We need to clean you up, and you.” I swing my gaze on Ash. “You, my friend, have a lot of explaining to do.”
54
“What has gotten into you today?” I ask Dillon, ten minutes later, as I tend to his injuries in the main bathroom. My man is shirtless, sitting on the closed toilet seat, with me in between his legs attempting to clean him up. We left Ash downstairs to explain the mess she made to the family. I have no clue what she’s going to tell her parents, but I doubt it’ll be the full truth.
“I’m not sorry I beat that shithead’s ass.” He winces as I clean the cut on his lip. “Just sorry you had to see it.” He grabs my wrist, stalling my movements. “I don’t know why you’re with me when we both know I’m not good enough for you.”
“I know nothing of the sort.”
He looks at me with such vulnerability I almost cry. “Hey.” I wrap one arm around him, holding him gently to my chest. “I’m with you because you’re an amazing person. You’re talented, sweet, sexy, funny, caring, thoughtful, and you make me happy.”
“Do you really mean that?” he asks, rubbing circles on the inside of my wrist with his thumb.
“I do, Dil.” I press a kiss to his head.
Silence engulfs us for a few beats. “I’m also moody, short-tempered, and an angry bastard a lot of the time. I definitely curse too much. And I should probably go easier on the beer and the weed.”
“You forget reckless and a rule-breaker,” I tease, smoothing a hand up and down his back.
“Those too. And that’s exactly it. You deserve so much better than me. I’m not worthy of you, Viv.”
His self-deprecation is killing me. Why can’t he see the things I see in him? Why doesn’t he see himself the way his family does? Ash would tie herself to a stake for Dillon, and I’m pretty sure his mom would walk over hot coals for him. Ruffling his hair, I kneel in front of him. “Dillon. Please don’t do this. I’m with you because I want to be with you. I like all the different sides of you, and no one is without flaws. Not even me,” I joke, desperately wanting to lighten the moment.
“You’re perfect,” he murmurs, bending down to kiss me. “I know I made a joke of it outside, but you standing up for me to him meant everything.” A familiar smirk appears on his face along with those cute dimples I love, and I silently rejoice. “It did also turn me on.” Taking my hand, he places it on his crotch, waggling his brows.
“No more sex until we get home,” I warn, standing and grabbing the washcloth.