There is nothing more beautiful than watching an innocent angel fall apart at my sinful actions. I'm going to ruin her.
"Augustine."
And she comes, looking down at me as she does so.
She glows, lighting up the goddamn room. Her feet barely touch t...
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"'Milio..." I trail off, trying to find the right thing to say, but it never comes. I don't know how to explain this. I can't avoid it, and I'm not about to feel bad about it. I like Eros, and he fucks me like no other man can. Did I really need to explain further?
Emilio pulls out a gun from his waistband, and Eros immediately prepares to defend himself, but my brother just sets it on the kitchen counter instead of using it. Probably so he didn't lose control and end up shooting somebody.
Eros nudges me forward, shutting my bedroom door for me.
Emilio looks at me as if I have betrayed him, and it hits something inside me. It stings and squeezes my heart, and I'm wondering just how personal this is for him. Does he really not want Eros around me that much? He seemed fine with it that night Eros had to take me home...
"What the fuck is this?" Emilio asks, jerking his head toward the proximity between me and his friend.
"None of your fucking concern," Eros snaps, his expression changing from the patient man I knew just a minute ago. He steps in front of me, and it only heightens my nervousness.
My anxiety still thrives as Emilio's stare narrows, and his eyes take in Eros's condition.
"She's my goddamn sister. She is my concern," Emilio counters, his tone dark and dangerous. I fear that he might take advantage of the state Eros's body is in. I place my hand on Eros's arm and move up beside him, showing that this is not something he has to figure out alone.
"He's leaving, Emilio. This has nothing to do with you," I said, stepping forward in hopes that Emilio would move out of the doorway. He looks down at me as I approach him, his eyes trailing down my body. I'm sure he sees the marks on my skin and the wrinkled mess of my tank top. But to be honest, I didn't care what he thought.
He stares at me with disgust, and it breaks my heart until I feel it crack. But I pretend I don't feel it, and I stand my ground as he steps to the side. I open the front door, leading Eros out. He keeps eye contact with my brother, obviously not appreciating the look he was giving me.
"Goodnight," I mumble to him as he walks out the door. Eros glances over his shoulder, stopping in his tracks over the threshold. He leans down, kisses me on the cheek, then glances above me at Emilio before walking away like nothing happened. I knew what he was playing at, and part of me hated the fact that he felt the need to claim me in front of my own brother.
Eros is going to walk to Reign's house in the dark. By himself.
I can't help but worry about him.
"I can't even look at you right now."
I spin around, a glare set heavy on my face. Emilio keeps his gaze on the floor, running a hand through his hair.
I want to cry. I want to hide in a hole and never come out.
