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Gia:He’s had intense weapons and combat training, as well as martial arts. You really don’t need to worry, Victor. Sam is really good. If anything, he was holding back with you. He knew I would be mad if he hurt you.
Son of a bitch!Does she think that dumbass could take me? Does she have so little confidence in me? I just stare at my phone unsure of what to say at this point. If I was there, I’d turn her over my knees and spank her ass red. Then, I would fuck her within an inch of her life. Then, once she passed out from her climaxes, I would begin cutting pieces of pretty-boy Sam’s face up. I’d make sure no woman would look at him and want a second look ever again.
Especially my woman.
Gia:Victor? I’ll have Sam drop me off at Antonio’s after dinner, okay?
Me:We have a lot to discuss.
Gia:I know. I promise you that it’s not like what you’re thinking with Sam.
Me:Maybe not for you. It’s him I’m not sure about.
Gia:Not every man sees me like you do, Victor. I’m not sure anyone else does.
Me:You’re wrong, but just remember that I’m the only one that matters.
Gia:I won’t forget. Keep yourself safe.
Me:I have to go. We’re landing. Text when you get to Antonio’s.
Gia:Ok. I miss you, Victor.
Me:Miss you too, sweetheart.
I move from that conversation to Sloan. I text her that Gia is out tonight, and she only needs to report to Antonio early in the morning. Then, I put my phone away. There’s more I need to discuss with Gia, but I don’t know what to say to her right now. I need to clear my head. I’m fucking pissed. I don’t want to say anything I can’t take back and risk pushing her away from me. One thing is definitely fucking clear. Gia and I are going to have to come to an understanding on what it means to be my woman.
Beginning with how my woman can’t go to the movies with any other fucker but me.
angelina
. . .
I stare at my phone with a sigh. I needed time to talk with Victor. That was hard to do with him being in Arizona and me here in Florida. He’s planning on looking into my attack and that alone has my anxiety on the edge. If Sam hadn’t spent the evening distracting me, I’m pretty sure I would have had a panic attack by now. I don’t know why it’s so hard for Victor to understand that trying to think about the past is so hard for me. It feels like if it’s not mentioned, it can stay buried—unable to hurt me. The minute someone tries to bring it up, it’s like I’m giving it a license to resurface and bring me more hell.
I just want everything from the attack to disappear.
That might not be the most adult way to handle things, but it is all I can handle right now.
“I’m sorry, runt.”
“Sorry?” I ask Sam, securing the seatbelt and laying my phone in the cupholder. We just finished up with dinner and now my stomach just keeps churning. I wish I could force Victorio to come back here and talk with me. I want to convince him to leave my past buried.
“You didn’t have a very good time on our date.”
Something about the way he says date worries me. I shrug it aside. Sam is my brother. It may not be by blood, but we both accepted those roles years ago. I admit that at one time, I wanted more. Sam never saw me as a woman, however. I was his kid sister, and eventually I came to accept that. Now, I’m glad I did. The attraction I felt toward Sam was nowhere near as intense as what I feel for Victor. It could even be possible that Sam and I would have made each other miserable.
I give him a tight, entirely fake, smile. “I’m okay. I’m upset with Victor.”
“You should be,” Sam says, surprising me.
“I should?”
“Of course. He’s looking into something that you told him not to. You have every reason to be upset, Angie. This is your life. You should have a say in people unearthing the most painful memories you possess.”
“Hold up. I thought you were all for getting revenge against the person who attacked me. What’s changed?”
“I am all for it. I want to give you closure. However, I only want to expose you to that if you want it. I’d never force that on you.”
