Groupie (Rock-Hard Beautiful, #1)

by C.M. Stunich

“I stabbed the man that raped and killed my mother,” he whispers, voice even lower than usual and without its gentle coating of sensuality. “Stabbed a hundred and fourteen times,” Pax says loudly and I swear, I could slap him. “He raped her,” Ransom says, knuckles white as he grips the cup, “he killed her. For no fucking reason.” His voice raises up several notches, but he doesn't move from his spot in the kitchen. “Pax, no more,” I say because I can see Ransom winding up inside, darkness coiling and getting ready to strike. He killed somebody? I glance at him out of the corner of my eye, but he's not looking at me anymore. He's staring at Paxton. “Why? You don't want to hear about the other people he killed?” Pax asks casually, clearly using Ransom's pain as a shield for his own. “Leave her out of this, Pax. She's got nothing to do with our sick, fucked-up pasts.” “That why do you like her so much? Want to make her your next victim … ah, I mean girlfriend.” “Why would I do that?” Ransom growls, voice trembling with suppressed rage. “If I make her my girlfriend, you'll just fuck her to teach me a lesson like you did with Kortney.” “Guess it's better that all I did was fuck Kortney, yeah? Because you killed Chloe.” Pax's voice catches sharply and his silver eyes lock onto mine. He wants me to hear this, is practically desperate for it. “And baby Harper B.”