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“Tito wanted me to find you,” I blurted out. “Is this why? Because you fucked his sister? What did you do to her?”
“Everyone fucked her, Cali. If you want to know what a real whore was, it was Tiffany. I didn’t do anything but give her enough rope to hang herself, and she did.” He paused and looked me over with an inexpressive look on his face. “This isn’t the time to tell you about this. I promise I didn’t know, Cali. It wasn’t a fucking secret; I just didn’t think it was relevant for you to know about.”
“Tito is the one who sent me into the woods.” I said it in a way meant to lash out. My gut instinct about bad blood between them had been right and was the only thing I had to throw back at him. I regretted it the second I said it because I knew Rome wasn’t trying to hurt me.
When his facial expression didn’t change, I repeated myself, fully accepting he might hate me and think I was using him.
“Did you hear me?”
He looked at me another minute and then finally came forward. He scooped me up like I was a doll and carried me into the bathroom.
“I’m going to take care of you now.” He kissed my forehead and turned the water on.
I didn’t bother trying to stop his hands from cleaning and massaging every inch of my skin.
I didn’t bother pointi
ng out that with every touch, he made me more his than I wanted to be. I was too busy going round and round with the madness in my head.
When he was done, he took me back to his bed and sat with me in silence, staring at one another, neither of us bringing up anything that needed to be discussed. I was okay with that right then; talking would make it all worse before it got better.
The longer we stared, the harder my heartbeat started kicking. I reached for him at the same time he reached for me.
It was the right thing to do at the wrong time. I indulged in the taste of him. His hands were everywhere, gently teasing my skin, leaving me no choice but to focus on him and nothing else.
When he finally brought our bodies together, he made it hurt in a different way.
It wasn’t brutal or cold. He fucked me lovingly, and the pain went deeper than anything I’d ever felt before. It was beautiful agony. He was tearing me open and digging out the soul I didn’t know I had, taking it for himself, permanently tying us together.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
He was gone when I woke up again.
I dressed, trying to stuff my thoughts in a cell of their own and keep a positive outlook.
Shit would be okay; I always found a way to make things okay—that’s what I did, fixed my shit with duct-tape and super glue. It was never perfect or pretty but it was together.
Leaving the room, I listened for sound, hearing nothing. The building was eerily silent.
Half-way down the metal grated stairs, Arlen and Cobra came around a corner.
“Sleeping Beauty lives!” Cobra exclaimed.
“Are you okay?”
I ignored him and focused on Arlen, who had a bruise that looked like it went down the whole right side of her body.
“I should be askin you that, but we should go.”
“Grimm and Romero already went ahead so we don’t lose em, but turns out David isn’t happy about his buddy Gabe and all his delegates kicking the bucket. He’s trying to move again; we’re playing interception,” Cobra explained.
I sucked in everything he said with rapid thought process.
“Why didn’t he wake me up?” I asked, already walking towards the door before either of them could answer.
“You look like you need as much sleep as you can get.”
“Shut up, idiot,” Arlen snapped at him.
