Her Secrets

34

|Sean's POV|

"None of this would've happened had you decided to pay heed to my words but no," my fist made contact with his jaw.

Michael grunted, his head turning to the side at the force of my punch. He tried to hold his jaw but was unable to as his hands were tied. My fists were bruised and bleeding by the time I was done punching the living hell out of the fucker. He was a snitch.

And I fucking hate snitches.

Apparently, Michael was giving information about my mafia to Joseph and I found out about it around an hour ago. Since then, I've been in the basement with him tied to a chair, punching him repeatedly because he deserved it.

He was unconscious when I left the basement. I didn't bother to clean my knuckles since I was getting late to Nick's birthday party, I was going to do it later. I only washed my hands to get rid of the blood.

Arriving at the De Luca mansion, I made my way inside and was instantly greeted with music, shouting and chattering. My eyes roamed around the familiar place, looking for Athena, my supposedly date.

There she was, standing in the middle of the crowd who were all facing the big table on which Nick's birthday cake was placed while he was standing behind the table with a knife in his hand and his parents on either side. He had already cut the cake. I was late.

Fuck you, Michael.

"Sean," Jennifer spoke making me look at her. Thea's grandmother. Probably the only old woman I actually tolerated. I didn't know she was going to be invited but then again, her and Elizabeth are kinda best friends now although her 'best friend' had no respect for her deceased granddaughter.

"Hey," I shot her a small smile, "how have you been?"

"Very well." She returned the smile, "how about yourself? Oh, I heard that you've gotten a girlfriend! Where's she? Is she here?"

"Yeah," I glanced at Athena who was whispering something in Antonio's ear which made him throw his head back and laugh. Why were they being so friendly? They barely knew each other— why did I even care? That was literally none of my business.

"She's pretty." Jennifer commented, "how did you two mee—"

"—Sean, hey!" Lea cut her off as she walked towards me with Eli in her arms. "Hey," I looked at my best friend, "where's the birthday guy?"

"Probably opening his gifts," she shrugged, pointing to where Athena was busy laughing with Antonio, "Athena's there. She's already bonded with the entire family."

"I can see that." My tone came out bitter which was something I didn't expect nor mean to. Lea flashed me a small smirk, "she's just telling him about the first time she got a pet."

She didn't tell me that.

What the fucking hell was wrong with me?

Shaking my head internally, I glanced at Athena again only to find her really close to Antonio as he did something to her dress.

Wasn't that motherfucker gay? No, wait he wasn't.

"Oh," Lea chuckled, amusement swirling in her eyes as she looked at me, "is that jealousy I'm seeing in those eyes?"

I wasn't fucking jealous. Athena wasn't even mine so why did I care? I didn't even tolerate her let alone like her. She was infuriating and crazy.

"No," I responded almost instantly, "now if you'll excuse me, I need to go have a talk with my girlfriend." Without bothering to wait for her to say anything, I headed towards Athena.

"Hey," Antonio flashed me a grin as he looked at me.

"How's it going?" I asked, glancing down at Athena's dress to find a stain on it.

"I accidentally spilled some wine on your girl's dress," Antonio replied, shooting Athena an apologetic look, "you should probably take her to wash it off or it won't come out if it's already dried up."

Oh so that's what it was about.

"Yeah, alright." I sighed, grabbing her hand before leading her away from him. She didn't say anything as she wordlessly allowed me to drag her upstairs to the room Enzo made for me because I told him to.

Pushing the door open, I took her to the bathroom, "wash it off. I'll wait outside." She only nodded as I sat on the bed and waited for her to be done. She hadn't said a word to me which was new and good— but why the hell was that bothering me?