Caught In Her Vengeance - Book 2

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CHAPTER 11 
Catalina

Over the last six months, hundreds of possibilities about who I was speaking with crossed my mind. Never once did I stumble upon the idea of Salvatore being my secret texter. He hated me—or at least I thought he did. I knew this because he went out of his way to make sure I stayed away from his brother. Him sending those messages about Nic and Enzo was the icing on the cake. He knew once I found out who they really were and what their real business was or that Matteo was involved as well—I'd leave.

Touché asshole.

Anyway, that was beside the point. I was standing across the room from Salvatore, holding my phone up between us—heat fuming off of me. It was taking everything inside of me not to give him the frat boy treatment. Rather than doing that, I chunked the device in my hand straight into the wall next to where he was standing.

Yet, Salvatore remained unbothered by the shrapnel exploring beside him.

Crossing his big arms over his bare chest, he leaned back against the door frame. "I think the words you're looking for, sweetheart, are thank you, Salvatore." Did he just? Oh, hell no. If he thinks I owe him anything, he's dead fucking wrong.

"You think I should be thanking you? Are you out of your fucking mind? It's because of you I ran! Because of you, I-I was," I stopped myself before the words could slip out of my mouth. He didn't deserve to know—none of them did. I was so fucking pissed. One of my biggest pet peeves was being manipulated. First Nic, Enzo, and Matteo. Now this fucking asshole.

"You were what?"

Salvatore cocked his head to the side, raising a questioning brow while his intense honey colored eyes stared me down. Almost in a testing manner—like he was daring me to finish that sentence. I wasn't in the mood for our usual back and forth. He clearly had an agenda, sending me to Nic and Enzo's club that night—getting me to leave. That however doesn't explain why he kept up communication with me for all those months. What was the reason?

"You had no fucking right. The things I went through," I screamed at him, balling my fist and digging my nails into my palm. I tried to resist the urge to cross the room and sock him in his smug face.

"Listen here, love, I had every fucking right to look out for me and mine. You'd think knowing what you know now about your beloved ex-boyfriends it'd be simple for you to figure out that if things went sour my brother would end up on the other end of their barrels. I warned you to stay away from Matteo but you didn't listen. So I made you becaues no one not even a hot piece of ass like you is worth my brother's life." The asshole seriously shrugged his shoulders as though he thought he'd done me a service, pushing me further towards my breaking point. If he honestly thought I'd— "I hate to be the one to burst that shiny little bubble you've been living in for the last twenty-two years of your life but everybody goes through shit... actually I don't."

There went the straw that broke the camel's back—sending me into a full rage. Aiming to take Salvatore out, I charged him like a madwoman. He went to grab me but my left fist connected with his jaw, sending his head flying to the side. The blow disoriented him for a brief moment before his head snapped back and his features morphed into something almost unrecognizable. His eyes were so much darker than they were before—almost black. He might scare other people, but not me.

Sidestepping, I went to punch him again, "I don't think so, love,"  but his hands were too quick—catching my wrist midair. I tried to yank myself free on his powerful grasp, but he only tightened his grip on my arm. Jesus Christ, this man was a lot stronger than I was, but I wasn't giving up that easily—trying out a move that I learned from Lola. I aimed my knee to hit him straight in the balls. "Calm the fuck down, you crazy woman," he blocked my attempt with his on knee then yanked toward him before whipping me around and slamming into the wall with a loud thud—holding me there.

"Let me go! You lying sack of shit," I struggled in his arms to no avail.

"Lie to you?" Salvatore yelled, pushing his chest harder into my back, further pinning me to the wall. His hot breath fanned my neck as he spoke and I fought the urge to shudder. "I was the only one who was honest enough to not give a fuck about hurting your goddamn feelings. I told you nothing but the truth. If you chose not to believe me, that's on you, sweetheart."

Thinking back on it, Salvatore wasn't lying about what he said. When I was working at the club he always had some cryptic comment about how I didn't know what I was getting myself into or how I wasn't cut out for that life. But I always just assumed he meant it about being in a relationship with three men or that he was just saying shit to push me away from Matteo and The Mariano Brothers. So I ignored him because who the fuck was he? All of that still didn't explain...

"Funny for someone who didn't give a shit about my feelings you sure as fuck kept tabs on me for the last six months," I struggled to wiggle my body back and forth in an effort to worm my way out of his strong as fuck hold yet, remained unbudged. He had one of my arms pinned behind my back—the other nailed to the wall beside my head. When his nose slightly skimmed over the side of my neck, I swallowed hard and made an effort to suppress the way my body immediately reacted to his being pressed up against mine.

"Like I said, I don't care about you or your feelings. I just wanted to make sure you stayed gone," he spoke into my ear, sending a wave of tingles to roll down my to my core. Cursing myself, I pinched my thighs together in an attempt to dull the sudden ache between my legs. My breath hitched when I looked down and realized the towel on the carpet beside us. I was still wired from the Halloween party, and I needed some relief. But not from Salvatore—I hated him even if my traitorous body felt otherwise, especially with the way his hips thrusted mine forward into the wall.

Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and pictured myself anywhere but here—anywhere besides Salvatore's bedroom pressed up against his wall with him naked behind me. "Good because I don't give shit about you either. Now let me go," my breath came out in short pants as the material between my legs moisted. Jesus Christ now is not the time.

"Oh no, that really hurts my feelings Cat and here I thought you wanted to add another brother to your roster," he laughed. "Though I do wonder how my little brother would feel knowing he was pining after you for all those months only to find out your pussy gets wet for me too."

Once the last word left his lips, my snapped eyes opened and just like that I remembered how much I despised this man. Mentally preparing myself for what was about to come I pressed my head as close to the wall as I could get it—here goes nothing. Wham. Without hesitating, I jerked my head backward, slamming into his face.

Unfazed, Salvatore spun me under in his arms pressing his chest to mine. Then he snatched both my wrists holding my arms above my head. "Jesus Christ, are you on drugs?" He asked, swiping his tongue over the blood on his lips. My eyes followed his slow action and bit down on my tongue, resisting the urge to suck it into my mouth because I knew better. "Look, I fucked up going about things the way I did...."

"I've heard that before."

"Not from me," he barked, causing his hard chest to rattle against mine as blood continued to pour from his busted lip. "Seriously, my intentions weren't only to look out for my brother. I was looking out for you too. Cat this isn't the life for someone like you."

"Yeah well, in your line of work you know better than I do the road to hell was paved with good intentions, Salvatore."

"I lost my soul a long time ago so won't apologize for doing what I thought was right."

Salvatore was probably the most infuriating person I'd ever met in my life, and I might want to wring his neck, but there was something admirable about the way he fought for his brother. Overbearing but admirable nonetheless. I still hated him, though. He watched me silently like he was anticipating my next move. Even though he had me pretty wound up, he still seemed cautious. The longer he held me in this compromising position, the more I felt him poking into my lower abdomen. It seemed I wasn't the only one who needed a release. The irritating man's eyes flickered down to my lips before meeting my gaze. Everything in my mind was screaming at me not to do something stupid, but I was finding it hard to resist the temptation of the flesh.

"I hate you."

"Good."

Apparently, neither could he because seconds later, our lips were all over each on a sick twisted mission to find that release.

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