I take a deep breath as I lean into her, my lips brushing against her cheek. I feel her respond to me. Her tense body loosens as I breathe against her skin. “Are you trying to get that man killed?” I whisper it right in her ear.
The reaction is immediate. She brings her hands up and pushes at my chest. When I don’t move right away, she starts pounding on it. “Fuck you, Lorenzo. You can’t kill every man I decide to date. You decided you don’t want me, remember? Leave me alone.”
Her words hurt more than any physical hit she could give me. I step away from her and catch her eyes. She’s pissed, but I can’t blame her. She’s wrong though. I do want her, more than I should. She turns to huff off, but I grab her arm, and she glares at me.
“End it with him. Now. Or Iwillkill him.”
I mean it to. As close as Matteo has become to Bash and Sofia, I will kill him if he touches her again. It won’t even be me who does it necessarily. It will be the inner devil. The monster inside. He has claimed Mia, even if I keep telling him he can’t have her.
“Stop being an unreasonable asshole! I will not end it with him. It’s one date. You can get over your fucking self. Go find a hooker. I’m sure she would be willing to warm your bed.”
She tears her arm out of my grip and storms out of the hallway. I slowly follow behind and watch her regain her seat at the table. My fists clench with the need to go over and throttle the man, I take a couple deep breaths to calm myself as she reaches over and grabs his hand. Whatever she says makes him smile, and I barely stop myself from punching his teeth out.
Mia is playing a dangerous game. I hope she knows what she’s getting herself into.
I head back to the bar and order a drink. I settle back against the bar and blatantly stare at them. Her back is to me, but it’s tense. They continue to talk and smile, but it’s obvious she isn’t having a good time.
Good.
Then I scold myself. I shouldn’t care who she’s with, but all I can think about is her up against the building so willing to let me own her body. The image of Matteo replacing me makes me want to throw something.
Before I can stop myself, I pull out my phone and dial.
“Hello, Lo. What can I do for you?”
I hear Sofia in the background as he tells her to try and stay quiet. The soft moans tell me what I interrupted.
Good. If I can’t get laid, then he shouldn’t either.
“I need a favor.”
“Oh yeah? What kind of favor?”
“I need you to call Matteo. Right now.”
“For what reason, brother?”
I don’t miss the amusement in his tone. He must know where Matteo is tonight. It only irritates me further.
“Fuck if I care, but get him to leave.”
I hear him sigh and all noise stops in the background.
“What is going on, Lo?”
“He’s on a date with Mia. He isn’t good enough for her. Make him leave before I do.”
He chuckles. “I’m not going to call him because you want to ruin her date.”
“I’m serious, Bash. If you don’t call him, I have some brand-new shoes I think he will love.”
“Son of a bitch. Why don’t you claim her for your own, Lo? Then you wouldn’t have this issue.”
He’s starting to sound frustrated. I should be worried, but I don’t care about the consequences of upsetting him. Hell, he should kill me. This ache in my chest might go away then.
“Just do it, goddamn it.” My teeth clench as I heave out the order.
“Fine. I hope you know what you’re doing, Lo.”
