Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 135792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Cyborg.
Fucking Cyborg.
Chapter 33
Liv
Anger turned Liv’s chest into a furnace sending heat into his fists, legs, but most of all—his head, which felt like it was about to burst. Several pairs of eyes settled on him, but despite knowing he had to keep his body language in check, he didn’t have the courage to meet any of the gazes. It was as if confidence had drained from his body, and while Cy’s statement was not an accusation, it sure as hell felt like one. Not just because it was untrue, since he’d probably gotten more tail than anyone else present, but because it was meant to humble him.
Cyborg out of all people should know how the simple statement he made could affect Liv’s standing in a place steaming with a particular kind of masculinity.
But he took a deep breath and glanced over the shoulder, because trying to fight for his truth would have made him appear even weaker. What was he gonna do? Raise his finger and correct Cy, that he was bisexual? In the eyes of these guys, it wouldn’t have changed anything and only made him seem defensive.
In the end, it was the blonde girl who broke the silence, handing him a burrito. “My aunt is gay,” she offered as if that was supposed to solve anything.
Cyborg smirked and took one as well. Just looking at him made Liv’s forgotten anger rise again. The dude had been this close to snatching Knox from him, and he hadn’t been with him through thick and thin, like Liv had. He’d have had fun the same way Liv often had with girls, and then stepped away once things started getting complicated.
He didn’t deserve to be in Knox’s presence, much less touch him.
Then again, he had been there to administer first aid when Liv had panicked and offered them access to a discreet surgeon, so he wasn’t all bad.
Plus, as a member of the MC, maybe he could offer yet more help. If Liv managed to fix the bad impression he’d clearly left. He hated needing something from Cyborg, but life had often offered Liv lemons, and he had to roll with it.
“Hey.”
The big-nosed prospect snorted. “Oh, you know each other? You should have said you’re Cy’s boy.”
Liv flushed with fury, hating that those guys just assumed that he’d come to suck Cy’s dick, just because they maybe-kinda knew one another.
But Cyborg cut in first, eyeing Liv from top to bottom, as if he were studying a pile of dirt. “He’s not my type,” he said and turned around, walking out with his burrito.
Liv stopped breathing when someone cracked a laugh, but he ignored them and followed his instinct—and Cy—out of the garage. The big bastard couldn’t have not heard his footsteps but acted as if he was too good for Liv and ignored him, walking right past the green Honda, which had been abandoned for now. Liv had better things to do than exchange unpleasantries with more than one person.
“I wanted to thank you!”
He didn’t. But people always liked to receive gratitude, and Cyborg was no different. He did slow down and glance at Liv with raised eyebrows. If his artificial red eye didn’t reflect light in a way that made him look like the next Terminator actor in costume, he would have been quite handsome, actually. Well, to someone at least.
Liv took a deep breath as he caught up. “Yeah, Knox is doing much better now. Thanks to you,” he admitted.
Cyborg sat down on a bench far away from the partying crowds, as if it was normal to sit around outside in this cold.
He unwrapped the upper part of his burrito. “Good to hear. Two holes is enough in a man.”
Liv stood over him, unsure if he was invited to join with his own food, and as the meaning behind Cy’s words caught up with him, he had to dig in his heels to keep from charging the fucker. “Something you know a lot about, I’m sure.”
Liv hated entertaining Cy, but he wouldn’t get a job around here without gaining this bastard’s approval.
At least he was getting somewhere, because Cyborg smiled as he bit into his wrap. “Oh, yeah, both can be real nice, and I’m sure Knox’s are. So… you guys still open like he said?”
Bastard was doing that on purpose. Pushing word needles under Liv’s nails as if it wasn’t enough that he’d flirted with Knox knowing damn well Knox had been taken. He just wagged his dick about, trying to find out if he could get someone to stick to it.
But Liv would take the high road. He’d be calm and collected. He’d not think about Cyborg on top of Knox—
He slapped the burrito out of Cy’s hand and shoved him. His patience had ended, and he wanted to smell blood on his knuckles, even if it got him in trouble. “Don’t you fucking talk about him like that! You got your own holes, huh? Fuck you!”