Free CUTTER, 4 (Red Sin MC) by Alexa Rynn Page B

lying.
    Which meant that Krusher was telling the truth.
    Somewhere out there I had a twin sister I’d never met.
    ***
    GRACE

 
    Cutter came storming into the room a few hours later like a bat out of hell. His chest was heaving up and down so hard that I could practically feel the rage vibrating off of him.
    “Take off your clothes,” he demanded.
    “What?” I jumped off the bed, confused.
    “Get naked,” he snapped. “I’m worked up and I need to fuck you. Now”
    He needed to fuck me now? The thought of him coming inside of me again when I wasn’t on the pill made me sick. Heather had promised me she would tell Cutter if I didn’t before the night was over. I needed to tell him and now before things got too hot and I couldn’t stop myself from letting him take my body anywhere he wanted it to go.
    “Cutter, I really need to talk to you,” I told him calmly.
    “I’m not in the mood to talk, Grace,” he growled. “I’m in the mood to fuck. And hard.” He ripped his leather jacket off and started to fiddle with his belt buckle. “Get naked and get on the bed then spread your legs apart.”
    “Cutter,” I told him sternly. “I can’t. Not until I tell you something.”
    “I don’t give a fuck about whatever it is!”
    “It’s about your father,” I gasped.
    “Really? You’re thinking about my father right now?”
    “I did something bad, really bad.”
    “Oh, you’re about to do something bad alright,” he said, coming closer.
    I held my hands up in the air, keeping him away from me. “I told him I’d give him a grandson if he didn’t hand me over to the misfits and then I destroyed the birth control pills you gave me in a panic!” I said the phrase so fast that it took me a second to realize I’d actually gotten it out.
    But the second I saw the look on Cutter’s face it hit me that I had. And that I couldn’t take it back, no matter how bad I wanted to. I couldn’t believe I’d ever done anything to make him look at me like that ; like I had betrayed him. I hated myself for it.
    “You… you made a deal with my father?”
    “I was scared!” I told him desperately. “I didn’t want anything bad to happen to you! And I didn’t want to end up in Misfit custody. I’m sorry, I… I just panicked.”
    He backed away from me like he had no idea who I was.
    “I was going to tell you sooner! I just… I didn’t know how!”
    Cutter looked right thru me. “Who are you?”
    I took a step closer to him. “I know you must be upset right now…”
    He snickered. “You know I must be upset right now? Are you fucking joking? You have no idea how the fuck I feel right now! You’re supposed to be the one person who has my back throughout all this shit, Grace. How could you… how could you keep something like this from me?”
    “I know! I know! I’m so sorry!” I rushed toward him, cupping his face in my hands. “But it’s okay, it’ll be okay. You have Krusher now and you can hand him over to The Misfits and then they won’t need anything from you anymore and your father won't have anything to threaten us with and… and… and you can talk to him. Of course, you can talk to him! You’re his son!” I was stuttering now, terrified.
    Cutter looked down at me with a dead look in his eye. “The Misfits aren’t getting Krusher, no one is getting Krusher for a very long time or at least until I get back what he took from me.”
    I shook my head. “No. What he took from you? What does that mean?”
    Cutter stared past me. “It doesn’t matter. I don’t… I can’t be around you right now.” He yanked away from me and picked his jacket up off the floor, swinging it over his back and heading toward the door.
    Tears pricked my eyelids. “Cutter!”
    But he ignored me, slamming the door shut in response.
    I threw myself onto his bed and allowed my sobs to overcome me.
    How could I have been so stupid? Why didn’t I just tell him right away what was going on? Why had I kept it