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“No sane person would be ready for either of us individually, let alone at the same time,” I say, knowing it’s the truth. I don’t believe in soul mates or even that there is even a woman in existence that was made for either of us. We’re . . . too much of something that even I can’t put a label on.
“Guess we’ll find out what the little kitten is made of.”
“Who said you’re invited?” I bring my tumbler of bourbon to my lips, tipping it back and letting the burning liquid coat my parched throat. The second my tongue nudged her lips apart and connected with hers it was like a substance I didn’t know I was missing breathed life into my lungs. When I pulled away, she took it with her, leaving everything inside me drier than the Arizona desert.
“I did,” he says, his tone low and dripping with a challenge that beckons me to refute him. Leaning in close to me, his scent permeates the air around us as he whispers fire into my ear. “Letting her have what I’ve already taken was never on the table.”
With those words, he descends the steps, going left to join his sister as she watches my brother dance with my wife.
I’m not going to lie to myself; a strong rippling current is rushing around in my head, trying to push me to take her from him. It’s not jealousy I feel. I know Ren only has eyes for his once forbidden fruit. It’s possessiveness I’m warring with.
Ever since I pulled her fingers out of her dripping cunt and sucked them clean, obsession took root somewhere inside me. The feeling was easily recognizable. The same thing happened the first time I swallowed Krishna’s cum. I knew at that moment I’d fucked up.
Ciera was no different. They’re the same coin, just on the opposite side of each other. And I haven’t had my fill of either. If she thinks blood flowing from her pussy will deter me from taking her tonight, then my little pet is clueless about who she married. The sight of blood covering my skin turns me on. The thought of her blood coating my dick has me wanting to pluck her from this lackluster celebration so that the real fun can begin.
One thing is for sure: we’ll either break her tonight or she’ll surprise the hell out of me.
My father may be slightly shorter than me, but his presence has always made me feel at least a foot shorter than him. The sleeve of his black shirt brushes against mine when he steps beside me.
“You gave me a wedding for my birthday,” I say when he doesn’t speak and the silence between us starts to add pressure to my chest. Even to my ears, I sound like an ungrateful child, and maybe that’s what I am, at this moment, at least.
“No, I gifted you something to cherish, to love, something you’d give your own life to protect, son.”
“Then maybe you should have picked someone that doesn’t have the same blood running through her veins as the people we want to annihilate,” I say. A sour taste rolls slowly from the back of my throat to the tip of my tongue. I lift my glass and take another sip to wash it back down, making it disappear as if it wasn’t brought on by the words that slipped from my own tongue.
“The first time I saw your mother, I was so taken by her. Every part of her was a distraction and it pissed me off,” he shares. “I was angry at her for being so goddamn beautiful that it captured my attention and held my eyes in place. She owned me in that moment, and I knew it. She was only sixteen at the time, but I didn’t care.”
“Is there a point to this, Dad?” I can guess where he’s going with this, but I want to hear him say it.
“I see how you look at her. You’re watching her right now. You’ve been watching Ciera the whole time you’ve been standing here. She may not own your heart yet, Dom, but she captures your eyes and holds your stare as though she owns you the same way your mother did me.”
I remain silent, not confirming or denying it. He and I both know it’s the truth. I’ll never forget the moment I first laid eyes on Ciera. I still plan to fuck her out of my system the same way I do the man that looks more like a Viking god as he stands at the bar, his forearm perched against the counter as his arctic eyes stare at me, while I do the same to the beautiful Irish girl in my brother’s arms.
“Has she eaten?” he asks.
“I’m not her daddy. She’s a big girl. If she wants to eat, then I’m sure she can see all the food available on display,” I tell him, but now that the bastard put the thought in my head, I haven’t seen her eat anything, nor did I think to feed her last night. All she bought at the pharmacy was a box of tampons and a small pack of panty liners.
“She feels out of place among us. She’s never been in control of one thing in her life. She’s terrified of making the wrong move, saying the wrong thing. It wouldn’t hurt for you to consider her needs before your own.”
Instead of admitting he has a point, I polish off the contents in the glass I’m holding.
“Happy birthday, son. I’m going to dance with my newest daughter. You should think about doing the same. Maybe even feed the girl for Heaven’s sake. Tomorrow we take back what was ours, but tonight, we celebrate what we have in front of us. Try to enjoy this, Domenico.”
With those parting words, he leaves me as he walks to where Ren and Ciera have just finished dancing together. Dad lifts his hand, offering it to my new wife. Lorenzo steps around them and then his eyes land on me before he heads toward me.
Dad doesn’t dance with Ciera like he said he was going to do. Instead, he drops her hand to put his on the small of her lace-covered back. Then he urges her to walk in the direction of where the food is set up in abundance. More food is available than what is needed for the number of people in attendance, but knowing my father the way I do, he’s already told the staff to make themselves feel welcome and join us.
“Where are you going, little brother? You have a determined look on your face. Should I be concerned?” I ask Lorenzo when he takes the stairs at a quick pace as if he’s on a mission.
Ren stops next to me on the stairs, facing toward the house. “I’m going to check something out. I’ll be right back,” he informs me, caution in his tone giving him away.
“Spill it, Ren.” When he just stares at me, irritation grates on my nerves. “Tell me what you’re up to, or I’m going to follow and see for myself.”
“Ciera mentioned the DJ was giving her the creeps, so as we danced, I saw him observing her a little too closely for my liking. He kept looking from her to his phone. It was clear he was texting with someone about her.”
A chill runs down my spine that has nothing to do with the breeze in the air on this fall night.
“Do it then,” I order. “I’ll keep an eye on him, but be quick. If I get the feeling he’s up to something, I’m going to shoot and ask questions later.”
