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In answer he disappeared into the room, reappearing a beat later with another suitcase, this one smaller.
It received the same treatment as the first. And then came her purse, shoes, a blazer, a dress.
I looked at Bastian.
“I guess I’ll go ahead and load up her car,” he said helpfully, and proceeded to gather a huge armful of clothes into the large suitcase, and holding it closed, he lifted it and started down the hallway.
“Thank you,” I called to his back.
After Hulk Dante had emptied the guestroom of every one of her possessions he came back to hover in the doorway.
No further, because I was blocking the way, acting as a barrier between him and the object of his rage.
He let me. I was tiny compared to him, minuscule, but he let me hold him in his place with just my will alone.
“What don’t you understand about get the fuck out?” he screamed at her, the sound of it booming through the house like the roar of a lion.
Her chin trembled. “What did I do?” she asked, and started to cry.
“What did you do? What did you do? What didn’t you do? You think I don’t know? You think I buy your innocent act? You and my fucking manipulative bitch of a mother ruined my life!”
“I’m going to tell your mother about this. I’m going to tell her everything I’ve seen here.”
“You do that, but you do it fast. Because if I have to look at you for one more fucking second—" He took a step toward her, but I was in his way, shoving into him, cutting off his tirade and pushing him back into the room.
He was a brick wall of a man, but he let me do it, let me distract him.
As much as I loved to watch him rip into her, as much as I’d love to see her throttled, I couldn’t sit idly by as Dante got himself into serious trouble.
Also, he was unhinged, unpredictable when he was this out of his mind, capable of forgetting important realities.
Like the fact that he couldn’t confront her about what I’d just told him, no matter what.
No matter what.
There were skeletons in our closet that the world could never know about, and if he went down this path with her, it would lead her straight to them.
I kept pushing at him, backing him step by step into the room, and when we’d cleared the door, I shut it behind us.
I walked into his chest, eyes closing as I wrapped my arms around his ribcage.
He was panting, shaking, so upset that instead of accepting my embrace, he raised his arms so they wouldn’t touch me.
“Don’t touch me. You don’t even know. You don’t even have a clue,” his trembling voice said to the air.
“What are you talking about?” I asked him absently, my hand going down to cup his scrotum.
His head fell back, and I could feel his agitated body trying to calm itself.
I had just the thing. I got down on my knees.
He didn’t touch me as I sucked him off.
What do you know? It worked.
I rose, licking my lips, eyes on his face.
His eyes were still adrift, lost to madness, but my tongue darting out caught his attention, and he seemed to snap back into himself.
