It didn’t take a genius to figure out Dom had a nasty jealous streak.
On the other side of all this shit was me, bashing my head against the damn wall because I’d fucked up too. I’d caved. I’d done what I said I wouldn’t do. I’d let her grind her wet pussy against my bare cock. That was on me. I hated I’d done it. Not because I blamed her. Quite the opposite. I hated that I wanted it. That I wanted her. She was a D’Angelou. The stepkid of some asshole I knew had a hand in my brother’s death.
If that didn’t stink of fucked up, then nothing did. The guilt was eating me alive. Then to see her looking all sad and casting worried glances at me when she didn’t think I was watching.
Yeah. I was a prick. It was a bear I was wrestling.
“Me too,” I muttered, passing the bottle back to him.
He drank again before running his fingers through his hair, his green eyes sad.
“I keep ignoring her. I don’t know what the fuck to say to her.”
“Why is it such a big deal?” I sank back in my seat and took a hit from my joint before handing it to Dom. “It’s not like you haven’t fucked her before. I’m assuming you fucked her after taking her from me.”
He sucked in a long drag and nodded, blowing the smoke out around him before coughing and passing the joint back.
“Yeah.”
I grunted, knowing damn well he’d put his cock inside her.
“
She come for you?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
He scoffed and raked his hand over his face. “Why’d you do it?”
I shrugged and took another hit. “I fucked up too.”
He snorted at my answer. “Well, I guess we’ll wait for Vincent to get here to join our circle of jerks since it’s only a matter of time until he does too.”
“Vincent isn’t like us,” I pointed out. “You know that. He’ll have a ring on her finger and sweep her off on a honeymoon by graduation. Fill her with babies. He really likes her.”
I watched as Dom tightened his hand on the arm of the chair. A subtle tell, but I knew Dominic De Santis well enough to know he was getting pissed at the idea of someone else having her.
“She was for all of us,” I said.
“You didn’t want her,” he shot back.
“Still don’t.” Fucking liar.
I forced the thought out of my head. Truth of the matter was, she made me feel something, and it scared me. I hated the fear she brought with her. I wasn’t afraid of shit, but Bianca D’Angelou terrified me. I knew she’d fucking crush my soul if I let her in. So, I’d opted to crush hers instead.
I was an asshole.
“Think Vincent is fucking her?” Dom stared at me.
“Maybe. Vincent knows how to get what he wants.”
“He hasn’t been like that with her. He’s been taking his time. Getting close. He never does that with women.”
“Well, she has a way of changing a man.”
Dom snorted and took another pull from the bottle of whiskey before slamming it back down and wiping his mouth. “She sure fucking does.”
“What’s the plan? I know you didn’t come here to suck me off.”