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She turned to face me, the concern now replaced with anger, shock, and a hint of sadness. There were no words involved until after her palm connected with my cheek with an earth-shattering crack. My face felt as though it was on fucking fire, which surprised me as I didn’t expect something of such force from her.
“What the fuck was that for?!” I screamed.
“That was for that stupid ass comment you just made!”
As soon as she finished her sentence, her palm shattered across my cheek once more, the pain radiating through my head instantly.
“That was for throwing my kindness in my face over and over again despite me coming down here worried about you.” She seethed.
I expected her to finish and head to bed, but she had other plans. She backhanded my other cheek, and fuck me, that hurt like a motherfucker.
“What’s that for?” I growled through the pain.
“Because you’re the fucking prick who stole my first kiss earlier and then stormed off as if I was nothing.” She fought back the tears and it finally hit me what she had said.
That kiss was her first?
I fucked up her first kiss.
“Ana—”
“Stop talking. I don’t want to hear another word come out of that vile mouth of yours.” She turned on her heels and sprinted to her room, leaving me feeling like the biggest dick in the world right now.
Shit.
“Good going.” Red sighed before he made his way to the kitchen.
“Where are you going?” Gino asked.
“To get some ice,” he replied.
“For my face?” I questioned as my head felt as though it would explode.
“No. For Ana’s hand. You can fuck off,” he called before he ran past me towards Anastacia’s room, his hand wrapped around the bag of ice.
“I suggest you go and sleep tonight off and work out a way to grovel tomorrow.” Gino turned away from me. I knew my best friend was right, but I didn’t know how to grovel, how to apologise.
I shouldn’t have spoken to her the way I did, but somehow, I just couldn’t stop myself.
Like every fucking time.
* * *
The next few days, I barely saw Anastacia. She kept to herself. She spent most of her time in her room, by the lake, or in the gym. I wasn’t going to grovel like Gino told me I should. She didn’t look as though she was in the forgiving mood, so I ignored her just as she did me.
“What’s on your mind, Boss?” Red asked from across the kitchen island.
“Nothing, just making sure this shipment is perfectly planned. I don’t want any fuckups.”
“There won’t be. There never is.” Gino smiled.
Our shipments were always smooth and straight forward. My men knew how to do things, and I admired that about them. There was nothing they couldn’t get done if needed.
“How’s Rox doing?” I asked Emmet.
“So far, so good. Nothing to report.” He smiled as he swigged his beer.
“Perfect. One more fuckup and he’s dead. Understand?” I narrowed my eyes as I felt all of theirs fall on me.
