I flicked more blades against the wall, watching as they sunk into the wood.
Motherfucker called me jealous.
I’d never been jealous in my life, and I wasn’t about to start now.
It wasn’t even that I wanted her all to myself. Obi, Wynn, and Ciel were more than welcome to join in with us.
But not him.
Who the fuck cared about their past?
Who cared that she always looked to him first? That she scrolled through pictures of them on her phone on the plane ride back to New York? That she beamed when she saw him?
That she stayed inhisroom last night instead of mine?
Not fucking me.
So why did I feel like a piece of shit?
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CASPIAN
That motherfucker.
The biggest giant shithead that ever walked the planet.
What the fuck was his problem?
I showered as quickly as I could, my leg screaming in pain, trying to get the stench of that dickwad off my body. I’d been so fucking angry that I didn’t even think I could face Leona.
I considered stomping into Ciel’s room where she was working, but that would be tattling like a little bitch, and I didn’t need her to fight my battles for me.
I stared at myself in the mirror, a towel wrapped around my waist. The bullet wound scars from when Leona and I got attacked at the airport in Philly were still prominent. Then there was the scar down my peck from the time when Max and I got carried away in training. I twisted to see the scar on my back from the tweaked-out asshole who tried to jump me when I was ten, a few months before Leona and Don Vero took me in.
None of those injuries killed me. They’d made me stronger.
I could fight that shitbag by myself.
I grinned as I remembered the look on Ryuji’s face when I said she’d wear my ring. A part of me relished the look ofdevastation on his face. But another part of me felt so fucking guilty.
Not for that fucker, but for Leona.
What if that’s the same kind of look she wore?
I had to decide what to do about proposing.
Should I tell her that the Vero men would only see us if she agreed to marry me? Fuck, that was so shitty to even think. But that was where we were at.
My heart raced. Would she say yes, knowing it might secure the Vero army?
Would I be happy with that? Or would I regret forcing her hand?
I dragged my hand through my hair and limped to the dresser to pull on some clean clothes. I hissed through my teeth as I pulled on my pants. Why the fuck did he have to go for my knee? When I wasfinallyfeeling stronger?
There was a soft knock on the door.
I buttoned my jeans and pulled the door open before jerking back in surprise. Obi stood at the threshold.
