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That doesn’t mean I’ll make it easy for him. Fuck that. I know I shouldn’t have touched his sister, but fuck, no guy in their right mind could restrain themselves when it comes to Angelica Donatello. She’s like my fucking kryptonite. Whenever I’m near her, I can’t fucking think straight.
I hear the door open and slam shut. The light comes on, momentarily blinding me. I prefer to sit in the dark. “Took you long enough. I was starting to think you weren’t going to show.” I stand and dust the dirt off my pants. I already removed my jacket and shit—it’s probably why I’m so damn cold—while I waited for T so he could do God knows what, when he finally made his way down here.
“I had more pressing matters to deal with first. Thought I’d leave you to stew in the shit you’ve gone and gotten yourself into for a bit.”
I watch him shed his own shirt before removing the knives from his ankles. He throws them to the ground. That’s a good sign; he doesn’t actually want to kill me then. This is the first time we’ve brawled since he took over the family. I don’t know what the protocol is here. “So, how’s this going to go? Am I supposed to hold back now that you’re the Don?”
“If you hold back, I’ll fucking kill you, Neo. You give as good as you get. If you can.”
I nod once. This isn’t the first—and it won’t be the last—time we’ve sparred in this basement. T needs this just as much as I do. I can see the war going on inside his head. The rage and frustration he’s holding on to, because of the fucking bullshit going on within the families. He’s fucking angry that his father’s dead and he’s had to take on my uncle’s role. He’s angry he hasn’t found the Irish fucker who’s selling children on our streets.
And I’m right there with him with that last one. I’d give anything to get my hands on The Clover, to drain his body of every ounce of blood.
I’m so lost in my own thoughts of revenge I don’t see the first swing coming. The hit knocks me back a step. “That was a cheap shot.” I smirk.
“How many times?” he asks, swinging again and connecting with my lower ribs.
“You’ll have to be more specific.” My left hook connects with his jaw.
“Fucker, how many fucking times have you touched my sister?” he growls.
“She’s only been your sister for a few days.”
“How many fucking times?!”
We throw punch for punch. The son of a bitch can pack a blow, but I can give it just as good as I take it. “Three times. You want specific details? Because that’s fucking messed up, even for you.” I laugh as his fist connects with my ribs again.
“Fuck you. I told you not to touch her.”
“Yeah, well, I guess I didn’t hear you.” I really need to learn when to shut my fucking mouth.
T kicks my knees out from under me before launching himself on top of me. I block as many hits as I can, but also let him get a few in. I know he needs this. “Start fucking listening,” he huffs out.
“If you want me to stop seeing her, you’ll have to fucking kill me. If you make me choose, T, I will fucking choose her. Over you. Over anyone.” I roll on my side and pin him to the ground.
“Fuck you.” T shoves me off him and jumps to his feet. “You’ve known her for a few days; you can’t be in love with her.”
I drop my arms and my whole body goes cold. “You’re right. I can’t be. Can I? What the fuck did you do to me?” I feel like I’m going to puke. I’m not fucking in love with anyone. There is no place for love in this life.
“Me? I didn’t fucking do shit.”
“I was fine, until your love sickness or some shit passed on to me. This is your fault,” I yell, pulling at my hair. “I’m not ready for this shit, man.”
“Well, you better fucking get ready, because my sister doesn’t need a fucking pussy. She needs someone man enough to go after what he wants. Someone who won’t fucking back down. So, man the fuck up, Neo. Or get the fuck out.”
“You don’t even want me with her anyway,” I counter. Why is he changing his tune all of a sudden? Maybe Holly’s pregnancy hormones are fucking rubbing off on him. If that’s the case, it’s going to be a long-ass fucking seven months.
“Yeah, well, apparently I don’t actually get to choose that. She wants you, so you better not fucking disappoint her.” He spits blood onto the concrete floor.
I smile, both at the fact I made the fucker bleed and that my dark angel admitted she wants me. “She said that?”
“What are we? Fucking middle school cheerleaders?”
“Right. You good?” I ask, looking him up and down.
“Fine, you?”
“Fine.”
