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“Are you fucking kidding me with this?” he raged, pointing a finger at his brother. “You’ve still got a whole night’s worth of my fucking cum inside of you and you’re already, what the fuck was that, rubbing up against my brother?”
My brows shot up. Wow. He’d gone full out crazy without much provocation. Bastian and I hadn’t even been touching when he walked in. Had it looked like we had? I tried to picture the angle he might have seen as I said, “Calm down. We were talking and you’re acting like a nutjob.”
For that he pointed his furious eyes at Bastian. “I’ll show you a fucking nutjob. She is off limits. Do you fucking hear me, brother?”
Bastian looked completely unfazed, which somehow just made me like him more. “I’m well aware of how you feel about her, brother,” he shot back, holding his coffee mug in both hands like he sensed no threat at all.
I pushed at Dante’s chest. He didn’t budge but that hadn’t been the point. Getting his attention back to me had been, and it worked. He turned his gaze on me, and I could tell he was about to lose it. “You need to take a walk, Dante. Walk away. Remember your anger management steps.”
He didn’t like that, but he responded to it, backing away and glaring at me.
When he was gone, I retrieved my coffee. It wasn’t hot enough anymore, so in silence I poured it out and fixed another.
“It never made sense to me, the way it went down with you two,” Bastian said quietly.
I could feel his eyes on me, but I didn’t look at him as I shrugged. “Didn’t make much sense to me, either. Well, anyway, nice chat. I’ll see you around, yeah?”
“Yeah. Take care, Scarlett, okay?”
“I always do, not that it helps me a damn bit. You take care of yourself.”
“I will.”
I started to leave, taking my mug with me.
I was at the doorway when he spoke again. “Will you do me a favor?” he called out.
I stopped and looked at him. “Sure,” I said lightly before I even knew what it was. I must have trusted him. That wasn’t like me.
“Ask Dante sometime, if you can, what he thinks about his mother and blackmail,” he said, his voice so intense that I found myself staring at him. Was he referring to Adelaide and his father, or something else? I couldn’t tell, but the words he was saying felt directed at me very pointedly.
I kept steady eye contact with him when I answered, “I’ll do that.”
“Good. Very good. Keep me posted.”
CHAPTER
THIRTY-THREE
PRESENT
I couldn’t seem to help myself. I followed Dante, tracking him down in his room.
I knocked, he didn’t answer, but I could tell he was in there, I heard him moving, so I just opened the door.
It’s a fucked up fact that I can’t resist him when he’s angry. I love it when his fury turns him savage.
I love to watch him fight and rage. Wipe blood from his lip, his eyes seeking me out, the rage in them bleeding harder.
Dante more than anyone knows this about me.
He started shaking his head when he saw me.
I shut the door behind me and approached him.
Licking my lips, I reached up and touched his shoulders.
He flung my hands away. “Don’t touch me!
