Page 11 of Tristian (The Doherty Mafia)
Were her parents alive and well?
Had she gone back to the Barons and reported every detail she remembered about me? About us? What did she want?
If she wanted to infiltrate the family, wouldn’t it have made more sense to stick around a little longer?
The thoughts ravaged my brain while I walked around the apartment, fuming.
My hands were bunched up in fists. I needed to do something. I felt the rage and adrenaline pumping through my veins. I was bursting at the seams. I felt like an idiot.
An idiot who had allowed himself to believe her. Even for a few hours.
I consoled her. I wanted to make her feel better when she told me her sob story about her parents.
Fuck!
I pulled the pizza and the rest of the food off the table and threw it all on the floor.
And that was when the front door opened. I heard it and ran out to look.
Elsie walked in, as calm as usual. She looked up at me, surprised, and said “Oh!”
I lunged at her, pushing her back until she was pinned to the wall. She wriggled in my grip but I had my hands on her arms. She wasn’t going anywhere.
When she looked into my eyes, she stopped struggling. Maybe she saw what was going on, why I was acting that way—because I didn’t know where she was and expected the worst.
Then I pushed myself into her, taking possession of her mouth.
Seven
Elsie
After Tristian left earlier, the thought of running away crossed my mind.
Things had gotten way too complicated here and way too fast.
When I made my escape from Aldo and took Davey with me—I figured the Dohertys would’ve welcomed me with open arms since they were in the middle of a war with Aldo.
I expected to be treated better than this.
Instead, I now lived with a man who didn’t trust me. Neither did the rest of his family. And the worst was that I wanted him. I wanted his body and I wanted to win his trust. As desperate as that sounded.
I felt that bubbling excitement every time he looked at me. I wanted to please him, even though I’d spent my life trying to live on my own terms, without trying to win anybody’s affection.
I especially never wanted to rely on a man for happiness.
My dad had taught me that. He had told me I needed to love and respect myself enough to not seek it out from someone else.
Which was probably why being around Tristian made me angry, made me weak. I had finally met a man who’d made me give up my life’s code. I yearned for him, and couldn’t stand the fact he didn’t feel the same.
But even though I thought leaving the Dohertys would probably help me feel better, I knew it’d be a stupid thing to do.
The chances of Aldo finding me and dealing with me was way lower when I was around a Doherty. I’d exposed myself to almost certain death if I lived without their protection. At least for now.
So, I went for a walk around the apartment block. I hadn’t been gone more than twenty minutes when I returned.
Tristian had left the door open so it wasn’t a difficult adventure at all.
When I walked back through the door, I wasn’t expecting him to be back. I thought he’d be gone the whole day. The whole night even. He didn’t really want to be around me, right?
So when I saw the rage and surprise in his eyes, I didn’t know what to make of it.
He charged at me, pushing me back into the wall. And as I peered into his angry bloodshot eyes, I realized something he tried to hide—Tristian Doherty actually cared about me.
He cared about what happened to me.
It wouldn’t have made any difference to him if I left now. Aldo would kill me and that wouldn’t affect his life. If I was spying for Aldo—it wouldn’t matter either. He knew I hadn’t taken any information against him that Aldo could use.
So the only reason for him to be angry was because he was worried about my welfare. What it meant if I was out on the streets alone and without his protective arm around me.
He’d pinned me to the wall because he was relieved I was okay.
And that had to be the reason why he kissed me too.
I knew I should’ve pushed him away. I should’ve put a stop to it when I had the chance, but I didn’t. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him harder. He bit my lower lip and I gasped with pleasure, thrusting my hips into him so we’d be as close to each other as we possibly could.
I felt the burning heat he gave off. It sent a shiver down my spine, right down through the rest of my body until I felt it in my pussy.
