I slammed my hand onto the table. “Fucking stop! NO! It’s fucking over. Let it go.”
“Like you have?” he asked, his voice shaking as he glared at me. “Is that what you want me to do? Let go? Be free? Fuck whoever I want?”
“Cole—”
I watched as he grabbed the bourbon and slammed the bottle back, taking a substantial amount into his body. He slid it back onto the table before wiping his mouth.
Before I could reprimand him again, he reached out and grabbed one of the strippers and tugged her onto his lap and planted his mouth on hers. She seemed stunned for a moment before she melted against him.
I ground my teeth at seeing his lips on another woman.
Fury radiated through my body, but I didn’t stop him. He needed a hard lesson, and maybe this was it.
He broke the kiss off and whispered something into her ear before she slid to her knees below the table.
He stared back at me, his blue eyes hard.
“Cole,” I warned, holding his gaze.
“This is what you want me to do, isn’t it? Move on?” His voice wavered before his breath caught.
The woman he’d pulled onto his lap was definitely taking his cock out of his pants.
“Stop,” I snarled at him.
His breath came out shaky, and I watched as he tangled his fingers into her hair and guided her toward his dick.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve come in another woman’s mouth,” he choked out, his body shaking as she went down on him. “But this is what you want me to do, isn’t it?”
My bottom lip shook as I stared back at him. If he did this, it would fucking wreck his soul. I couldn’t let that happen. He’d never forgive himself.
His Adam’s apple bobbed as she sucked his dick.
I was on my feet in a heartbeat and shoving her away from him. She let out a cry but didn’t hang around.
“Put your fucking dick away,” I hissed at him.
He did as he was told before he reached for the bourbon. I returned to my seat and watched him drink more.
A soft sob escaped him, and his big body shook as he tried not to cry. I had to get him out of here. He’d drunk a fuck ton in not a lot of time, and I was already fucked from drinking most of the day.
I gestured to Christian, who rushed over to us and helped me get Cole to his feet. He clutched the bottle of booze as we led him out. Luckily, he only looked drunk, not like a sobbing mess as we loaded him into the back of the Escalade.
“You’re a fucking idiot,” I said to him the moment we were seated.
“You wanted me to.” He drank more. “I hate you. Fuck, Enzo, I hate your ass.”
I swallowed hard at his words.
“I hate me too,” I whispered.
He was wasted. The booze was kicking in. Cole used to be a fun drunk. Now, when he drank, he cried a lot.
Tonight would be no different.
He slid closer to me.
“Don’t tell E what I did,” he choked out as he cried softly. “Please.”
