“What, just because you fuck around on me, now I’m suddenly fucking around on you?”
He studied my face, looking for every truth and lie.
“I don’t know, Shasta. Are you? You sure seem pretty fucking chummy with Snyder lately.”
“That’s what happens when you put someone on babysitting duty, Sabbath. People get close. I can be friends with people.”
“Not him.”
“What? Why?”
“Because I see the way he looks at you Shasta, and the only man who gets to look at you that way is me.”
The way his fingers dug into my chin, biting into my flesh with possession and force had me practically cowering.
“If I ever find out that he touches you, I’ll kill you both.”
He smelled the side of my cheek, almost as if he was looking for an indicator of my indiscretions.
He found nothing.
Showers were amazing that way.
I pulled away from him, crossing my arms over my chest. “So, where’s Nina?”
His brow arched.
“Where she belongs.”
“Let me guess, waiting for you back in some bed somewhere?”
He smirked, and man did I want to rip those smirking lips right off his damn beautiful face.
“And if she is, that’s not your concern.”
“Really? So, why is it okay for you to fuck whoever you please, knocking up hoes left and right, but it’s not okay for me?”
He laughed. Literally laughed, the sound vibrating around the enclosed space.
“Because you’re my fucking property, and anyone that dares to touch what’s mine will end up dead.”
Tears threatened my eyes. Maybe it was my own fears about him finding out about the boys, or maybe it was just the reality smacking me in the face that he really was going through with having this baby with Nina.
I watched him suck in his bottom lip, that stupid smirk never washing away. “Fear’s a good look on you, Shasta.” The way his hand moved down my face felt so slimy and appalling. I just wanted this all to end.
“I can see the anger in your eyes. I’ve broken your spirit. And that’s okay. You need to know what it’s like to be broken.”
“I’ve been broken ever since the day you came into my life. You fucking ruined me.”
He let go of his lip, the corners of his mouth turning upward. “Last I checked, that was my brother.”
My hand reacted before I even had a chance to stop it, connecting with the side of his face. Angry red fingerprints marred his tanned features, and his gaze instantly darkened.
Air was knocked out of my lungs as he pushed me against the wall, his hand fitting around my throat.
“Listen here, bitch. Right now isn’t the time to fucking challenge me. Know your damn place. Hit me again, and I’ll make sure that pretty purple bruise above your eye has a matching one on the other side.” His fingers squeezed. “Do you fucking understand?”
Chaotic bobs came from my head as I fought against his unrelenting grip. The way his eyes glimmered with nothing but malice and hate shocked me to my core.