The cold air hits my exposed thighs and the music fades away but he doesn't stop, he doesn't even slow as he charges past the people spilling out of the club. He carries on until we are a few streets away. The air is crackling and the tension is palpable as I hang limply over his shoulder, both of us refusing to speak first.
"Where are we going?" I whisper tentatively when I can take no more of the suffocating silence, I don't know whether I should stay quiet or risk poking the bear.
"To my car." Is all he replies as he carries on walking with me hanging like a sack of potatoes over his shoulder.
"Do you think maybe I could walk?"
"No." I huff but don't press him further because my little toes are actually rejoicing in the reprieve. I wonder if Dante is okay? He really took a beating back there, not that he didn't deserve one but I think I should be the one who delivered it considering I was the one he bloody molested. I mean seriously who does that!
I am startled from my thoughts when my back hits cold metal and my head spins violently from suddenly being up right after so long upside down. He grabs my shoulders to steady me but once I regain my balance he releases me and backs away. Though it shouldn't the distant hurts more than I expected it too.
"Are you okay?" I ask nervously, more to break the silence than anything else. He doesn't speak for a moment, he just carries on examining me like I am a puzzle he needs to solve. It's unnerving.
"Did you enjoy it?" He growls, literally growls as me. I am at a loss to what he means so I just stare blankly at him. God he looks gorgeous, even livid he looks beautiful. His eyes are nearly as black as his hair and his body looks hard and tense for attack.
"Did you enjoy kissing my fucking brother?" His face is a bright shade of red and if it wasn't for the blood coating his knuckles I am sure they would be pale white with how tightly his shaking fists are clenched. I want to explain but before I can he interrupts me.
"ANSWER ME GOD FUCKING DAMN IT!" He scream as he punches the wall behind him and I try to retreat only to bump up against the cool metal of his car. I have no where to go. I look down the street wondering how far I would get in these heels before he caught me, not very is my guess.
"Don't do that.." He seems calmer now, barely. He is struggling to reign in his temper but from his relaxing posture I can tell he is trying.
"Do what?" I try to speak but it comes out a broken whimper and he looks like I have just hit him in the guts.
"You're safe with me, no matter how angry I am. I would never... Never put my hands on you. When your Father almost hit you the other day, fuck I nearly lost it! Nearly fucked everything up! Have you any idea how hard it was to not do anything? Yet nothing in this world could of prepared me for what I just saw. You and My Brother, My own Brother. I knew you wanted to hurt me but fuck Natalia that was cold."
"I...."
"Your what? Please explain to me what I just saw because I was willing to beat my own brother to a fucking pulp for a woman that used me. That see's me as 'collateral damage'.... that tore my fucking heart out because she couldn't just trust me..."
"Trust you! TRUST YOU... You, the man who didn't bother to tell me he was engaged the night we met? Or the you who refers to his Fiancee, My Sister, as a mess that he needs time to fix it..."
"Oh so this was fucking pay back. Fucking payback! Well here's something you should consider the next time you practically dry hump my fucking Brother in the middle of a night club. I haven't fucking touch your sister sexually! Nothing more than the odd fucking kiss! I couldn't fucking do that knowing that I wanted you... I needed you. Your not the only one suffering here, this is killing me too." The fight has drained right out of him and I am stunned to silence by his confession. Confusion and anger are warring inside of me and not one of them seems to be winning out, so once again I stand there, completely mute as he heaves in his breaths harshly with his head bent and his hands braced on his knees.
"The difference is you no doubt would of fucked him judging by the way you were wriggling on his fucking dick...." I am about to blow my top at his accusation. How dare he think so little of me. His phone rings and despite my silent protests he answers it glaring straight at me like I am something he found stuck on the bottom of his shoe. It only serves to make me angrier. How dare he!
"What?" The colour drains from his face and I instantly worry something is wrong, when his eyes connect with mine so full of guilt, remorse and something I don't quite recognize it nearly floors me.
"I am going to fucking kill you." He says to the person on the phone but unlike mine his phone is too quiet to eavesdrop so I have no idea who he is threatening now. I am however so very glad that I am not that person because he looks ready to commit murder and has already planned how - in the most painful way - and where to hide the body.
He hangs up the phone dropping it onto the pavement at his feet, not sparing a second thought for the damage he no doubt caused to it. In seconds his body is pressed against mine and he is planting sweet little kisses all over my face, muttering 'sorry, so sorry' between them. My guess is that was Dante. I want to push him away, to be angry at everything he said. Yet I can't. When he finally reaches my mouth I nearly cry in relief. The feel of his lips on mine are like heaven and hell. I cling onto him needing to eliminate any and all distance between us as we kiss like there will never be another moment.
Finally I run out of breath and break free pulling air into my screaming lungs, he doesn't move away just rest his forehead against mine, his breaths mimicking my own.
"Come home we me." It's not a demand, nor a question. It's a desperate plea and even though I should tell him no. I won't. I need this, I need him too. I give a subtle nod afraid my words will fail and he kisses me chastely on the lips before backing away and searching his pockets for his keys.
"Climb in babe." He commands with a sexy wink.
There is no turning back. I am most definitely going to hell.
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Everything To Lose
Romance"Yes I knew who you were that night. I planned everything, well not you spilling your drink on me but hey whatever works. You see Lucinda has always taken what's mine so I thought I would give her a taste of her own medicine. Sorry babe but you're j...
