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“No,” I yelp.
“Do I frighten you that much, Gia? That’s good. Because you don’t know what’s right for you. Never have. Since your first boyfriend who played you like a little whore, to… this.” He presents Castor. “I’m your dark angel watching over you, always. I’ll protect you from everything that threatens, especially someone of my own kind. Now step the fuck aside, Castor, or you’ll never have your peace.”
My body goes stiff. Marco is eerily lucid, and his demand isn’t followed by a laugh or a taunt. He flings his gun to the back of the room and stalks forward, eyeing Castor.
“Let go of my baby sister, Cast.” Marco’s face is straight.
Castor holds strong, shaking his head. “It’s not my decision to make.”
The moment is so tense a bead of sweat drips down my neck, tickling me in the worst way.
“You know, if we go at this again, one of us is going to die.” Marco holds back his smile.
“Stop.” I shake out of Castor’s hand and step into the open. “Fucking stop it, Marco. Here I am. What do you want?”
His eye twitches, and Castor is quiet, ready to pounce if need be.
“A word. That’s all.” Marco extends his hand, eyes only on Castor.
“If you promise no more fighting, or threats. We came here for peace,” I demand.
“Done.”
I narrow my eyes tentatively, like a beaten puppy. But this isn’t going to end unless I give an inch. “Fine.” I grab his hand.
“Good. Now out you go.” He shoos Castor back outside.
I’m equally as angry as I am shivering. Being alone, in this unkempt mansion, with the most unhinged person in my life… I’m biting my lip to pieces.
Castor sends me a comforting look before turning his back to us.
“C’mon, Gia. Let’s have a chat.” Marco struts over to his sectional and falls back into it, arms wide over the top.
I follow him tentatively, frightened that he’ll blow his lid and choke me out in some coke-filled rage. He looks like Rocky at the end of, well, every freakin’ movie, only with white powder stuck to his nostrils. I take my seat across from him.
“So I have to save you from yourself, huh? You had to go and pick the forbidden fruit. Why?”
I twist my lips, feeling like I’m being reprimanded by my father. “None of your business.”
“Really, it’s like that?”
“Always has been, you fool.”
He nods slowly, finding my anger amusing. “Castor is no good for you, Gia. We fuck prostitutes, gamble, do shady business. Lord knows what kind of diseases he’s rolling with, or what kind of ladies he’s got in his car behind your back. You’re better than that.”
I recoil, folding my arms and rubbing away the nerves. It’s like he brought faraway fears right up to the forefront.
“You only see one side. One stupid fucking side in that blissful little pea brain of yours.”
“I’ve always been smarter than you, so don’t kid yourself.”
He tilts his head. “In the big books, sure. But really? Where’d all that get you?” He gestures around his big house.
“I like my little life, prick. I was doing just fine until you showed up.”
He points a finger to his head. “I got the balls and the sense to stay alive in the underworld. And all I want? Keep you and Mom provided for.”
“I told you, I’m doing just fine on my own.”
