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THIRTY-FIVE
SEBASTIEN
Pain radiated downmy left arm, but I had to keep watching.
Watching Anthony fuck the woman I loved. In. The. Ass.
I won’t lie. I wished he just went ahead and raped her. Sick, I know. But at least I wouldn’t have to hear her moan in ecstasy from Messina’s big cock. Watch her skin glow the way it did when she came. Again, and again.
Rebecca fucked Anthony and enjoyed it. Even let him fuck her in the ass.
My worst nightmare. The sight I wasn’t sure my heart could take.
I could have eventually accepted that she would marry him, but felt down in my gut she’d hate every minute of it.
Hate fucking Messina.
The conversation was even more bizarre to listen to. Like the little problem we all had didn’t involve me at all.
“No way will she ever love you,” came out of my mouth as I tasted bile, wishing that were true.
“Daria!” Anthony got up from the bed, naked and sweating, with a semi-hard dick. I swore the guy never got completely flaccid. “How the fuck did you get in here?”
“Your doorman is gullible, and your night guard owes me money.”
That and the blood trickling down my arm alarmed them both enough to not go near me. The guard unlocked Anthony’s private elevator and turned his head like he never saw me.
“Good to know.” He stretched, and I had to look away.
My eyes wandered to Rebecca in his bed. She panted, holding a sheet against her chest. Hiding her body. From me!
As if me breaking internally was something she felt, Rebecca snapped and scrambled from the bed. “Sebastien,” she cried softly.
“Hey!” Anthony yelled at her. “You put something on. You belong to me now.” He reached for one of his knives. “You like to watch, Bastien, you motherfucker?”
Shrugging, I said, “I learned from the best.”
My heart hadn’t calmed down from the raging orgasm I had watching them. My body had seized in pain and lust as I fell to pieces.
She stood there naked, and I died inside. My only source of resurrection was her body had changed so much in five years. I didn’t know her anymore. But she was so much more beautiful now. And tempting.
Two nights ago, she begged me to go back to her townhouse. All these years I resisted those sad eyes and pouty lips from across crowded rooms. Or during conversations, I made sure to be as brief as possible.
From the floor, she picked up one of Anthony’s dress shirts and slid it across her shoulders. Somehow that destroyed me even more. That she’d smell like him. I tugged the hem of my shirt, ready to take it off and give it to her instead. Then she’d see.
See what I did to myself. What my father did to me. No amount of drugs or alcohol or pussy or even dick made the pain go away. Months after I lost her, I got stabbed by some fucking junkie. The pain radiated through me and as I got stitched up, it hit me. I wasn’t drowning in the sorrow of Rebecca during those excruciating minutes.
The next night I took my hunting knife and... Well... I still don’t want to think about the damage I did. How I let dark thoughts drag me into an abyss that trapped me for so long. When my father was losing it, throwing fits of out-of-control rage, I let him beat me or he’d hurt someone else. All the pain I’ve endured at my own hands, and at my father’s, had drowned out my sorrows.
I was a scarred, black and blue mess under this dress shirt. Rebecca didn’t know that was part of the reason I didn’t sleep with her on Thursday.
“Uh, Daria.” Anthony got all prickish on me. “What the fuck do you want? It’s my night with her.”
“Your night with me?” she questioned him.
“You know what I mean, angel.”
“Angel?” I nearly heaved. “You two have nicknames for each other now?”
“None of your business. Get the fuck out,” Messina hollered.
“Semper Amici,” I blurted.
Anthony’s shoulders relaxed. “Fine. Are you here to talk to me? Do you need me to fuck you too?”
“Are you here for me?” Becca held Anthony’s shirt closed, inching toward me.
“Of course, I’m here for you.” My eyes fell on the shirt pocket. AJM. Gripping my own shirt’s top button, I froze. “I heard about the show tonight, Messina. Spanking her at the dinner table? People are going to see right through this shit.”
“Seriously?” Becca spoke up. “After what you did to me?”
Standing behind her, Anthony gave me a shitty grin.
“At least I took you out of the goddamn room.”
Becca stepped back. “Are we really having this conversation? Who humiliated me worse?”
“I’m not sure I would call it humiliation considering how wet you were, angel.”
My blood boiled beneath my skin. “Get dressed, Becca. I’m taking you home.”
“No, you’re not.” Anthony shook his head.
“The Glock strapped to my ankle might disagree with you.”
“You’re not shooting me, Daria.”
“Okay. Stop it. Stop it.” Rebecca grabbed his hand and pulled him toward me.
It happened so fast. I didn’t have a chance to react. “What... What are you doing?”
“Don’t you see the answer? You both wanted to shame me. But you also both...want me.” She slid her arm around me, my skin seizing, feeling her against me. Her bare breasts hitting my chest. “Seb,” she whispered, wrenching me back to the man I once was. “Think of what we could have. The three of us.” She let her eyes wander to Anthony.
He grunted, but kissed her. Their wet lips and tongues tasting each other made me hard and furious at the same time.
“Please, Seb.” She brought her lips close to mine. “Just kiss me. The three of us can have something so special. Just us.”
My eyes wandered to Messina over her head, his look unreadable. He wasn’t throwing a fit. She had one arm around me, one arm around him.
He’d be...okay with sharing her with me.
But was I okay sharing her with Anthony?
Or...
“Special, huh?” I gritted out, my eyes squarely on her. Because the conversation was about to veer down a path that had nothing to do with Messina.
“Uh-huh.” She kept trying to kiss me.
“Just the three of us?”
“Yes. Please, Seb.”
“What about Giancarlo?” I asked just to be a dick.
She heaved out a sob and let go of me. “Never mind.”
“What about Giancarlo?” Anthony repeated.
“She’s been meeting him at his club.”
“What?”Anthony bellowed.
Becca whipped around. “What I do is my business. I’m neither married to or engaged to either of you. You...” She pointed at me. “Broke up with me. And you, Messina, was supposed to marry me. I don’t recall hearing a proposal. All I heard were your whores moaning from your limo.”
“You think that’s bad? He wanted to kill you.” I pointed to Anthony.
Rebecca scoffed in amusement. “Did he now?”
I was shocked at how not shocked she was.
“Are you happy?” Anthony stormed up to me, grabbing my arm. When I winced, he dropped it. “What the fuck? Is it raining out? Your arm is wet.” He looked at my sleeve. “Jesus, you’re bleeding.”
Becca rushed up to me. “What? What happened? Oh god, were you attacked?”
“No.”
“Then what happened?”
I stared at them. Two people I considered my best friends at one time. Two people I thought I could say anything to. Now I calculated every move like a damn chess game.
Nodding, I unbuttoned my shirt. “I’ll show you what happened. Turn the light on.”
“Yeah, no,” Anthony said, wryly.
“Sebastien, your shirt is covered in blood.” Rebecca reached out for me, but I backed away.
“It’s nothing new, Becca.” I pulled it open, and she gasped.
“What the fuck?” she cried out.
“Yeah, Daria, what the fuck?” Anthony dropped his hand.
Their eyes crawled over the scars across my chest and down my arm. “This is how I deal with the pain. This is what I have to do to myself to survive and not go completely ballistic and kill someone every damn day.”
“Oh, God. Please let me help you.” She punched Anthony. “Where’s a first aid kit?”
“Son of a bitch,” he said, shaking his head. “Go in the bathroom. This rug cost me a fucking fortune.”
“No.” I backed away. “Just tell me, Becca. Are you marrying him?”
“Him?” She pointed to Anthony.
“I know you didn’t mean Giancarlo,” Anthony huffed. “Yes, me. Come on, Becca. Drop this FBI threat and marry me already. There’s your proposal. We’ll get your boyfriend here stitched up and then we’ll go buy a ring.”
Becca glared at him, and I nearly laughed. “Are you that stupid to think she’d say yes to that proposal?”
“At least I don’t have blood all of myself.”
“I’m not here to propose.”
“No. Of course, you’re not.” She pulled Anthony’s shirt off.
“Hey. You. Clothes on. You’re mine!” Messina yelled.
“No. I’m. Not.” She stepped into a dress that looked like it was made of tracing paper.
“That’s what you wore for him? For me, you dress like Princess Grace, and for him, he gets...”
“Gets what, Sebastien?”
Anthony chuckled. “Yeah, finish that. You’re on a roll.”
When I said nothing, Rebecca had her phone in her hand. “Pick me up. Now. Messina’s penthouse. Lex and 79. I’ll be downstairs.”
“No, you won’t.” Anthony grabbed a pair of pants.
“I don’t need you, Anthony. I cannot believe you wanted to kill me. And you...” Her eyes found mine. “I’m at a loss. I’m sorry about what you’ve been doing to yourself. You could have been honest with me. You were everything to me. You were my best friend. You let my father throw me to the wolves.”
“Hey,” Anthony snapped.
“Maybe you thought I had no choice,” she sniffed. “Fine. I deserved to know. I’m just not sure I can forgive you.” Nodding, she carried her shoes out of Anthony’s bedroom.
“Are you happy, asshole?” Anthony said, throwing a vase at me.
I ducked and punched him in the stomach. When he doubled over, I pushed him down. Held him there with my knee on his back. “You’re the asshole. Giancarlo gets her next. Haven’t you figured out that he would play divide and conquer? You think you have the power to rule, but his family has an underground army waiting. I dumped her. You wanted to kill her. Giancarlo will win her. They’ll doctor her evidence to remove Byrne and take us down.”
Anthony pushed his way back to his full height. Exhaling, he said, “That’s not happening.”
“Is that your idea of a plan?”
“No.” He slid into his pants. “My plan is to ruin her so badly that she has no choice but to marry me.”
I barked a laugh. “She got to you. You can’t fool me. You’re crazy about her.” I looked around. “No way would you bring her back here if you didn’t. You were supposed to cause a scene and let her deal with the aftermath alone.”
“Like you did? And then Giancarlo swept in.”
Shit, he was right.
Maybe neither of us had the smarts to rule this city...
