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Paxton
He’s been quiet the whole ride to my parents’ house. Something happened last night. The sex was mind-blowing but the way he looked at me, it felt like he was saying goodbye. He snuck out in the morning to make a call before getting back into bed. I have no idea what to think anymore. He gave me what I wanted, and I saw the empty look in his eyes change to something else, love maybe? I know the guy is a psychopath, a cold-blooded killer, but the way he kissed me, gave me what I wanted, doesn’t this mean he cares? Doesn’t this mean some part of him loves me? Wiping my sweaty hands on my pants, I look at his profile. His eyes are calculating, like he isn’t even in the car with me.
“Are you okay?” I ask, as he parks the truck, grabbing the steering wheel hard his knuckles turn white.
“Yeah, I’m good. You good?” he asks, sarcasm dripping through his low voice.
“Salvatore, I’m sorry,” I whisper, staring up at my parents’ house.
“I’m sorry too.”
“Let’s get this over with,” I say, stepping out of the car. He follows me to the porch steps, but before I can say anything my brother Billy runs out with Dalton hot on his tail aiming a shotgun at Sal’s chest. Without thinking I jump between Sal and the barrel of my brother’s gun.
“Get out of the fucking way, Paxton! That’s him, isn’t it?” he bellows, while my other brother looks between me and Salvatore with curious eyes, probably because of the way I’m shielding him with my body.
“I’m going to kill the son of a bitch for what he did to you,” Dalton roars.
“Dale, stop it!” I yell.
“She belongs to me,” Sal rasps, the venom dripping from his tongue, that murderous look back in his eyes.
I grab his shirt and hit him with my angry stare. “Not helping, Salvatore.”
“Salvatore?” Dalton asks, his grip on the gun faltering. In one swift movement, Sal takes my arm and pushes me behind him before snatching the gun and flicking it upward, aiming it at both my brothers.
Their mouths drop open, everything clicking in place. “Now that I have your attention, I’ve come to bring your sister home.”
Billy takes one step, and Sal growls an animal-like sound.
“Not another move. And never aim a gun in her presence again,” he grunts, disarms the shotgun and hands it back to Billy.
“Don’t tell me what to do,” Dalton spits out. “She was on the run because you tried to have her killed.”
“He didn’t,” I tell them, still clutching Sal’s shirt between my fingers.
Both my brothers tear their eyes away from the personal showdown happening between the alpha males.
“Amore,” Sal begins.
I hold up my hand. “Let me handle this.”
“Amore?” Billy and Dalton ask at the same time.
“He didn’t order a hit on me; it was Derick who orchestrated it all.”
“Your fucking ex, why?” Billy asks laying the gun on his shoulder. “I never liked the son of a bitch.” This gets a chuckle from Salvatore.
“Let me deal with him,” Sal says, his voice low and deadly.
“Where is Iggy?” I ask, looking between them.
“Pops and Mom took him to the game an hour ago.”
“Fuck,” Sal spits out, typing something on his phone.
“Why? What the fuck is going on?” Dalton asks. “I’m going to give them a heads up that you brought company,” he says, taking out his phone to call my parents.
“I promised Derick to hand Sal’s head over on a plate,” I say, motioning with my thumb to the asshole still staring at his phone.
