AIDA
"Motherfucker," I mutter, wincing as I hold my arm. Carmelia winces as she looks at it, her face contored in concern as she studies me over.
"What were you thinking?!" Igor yells as soon as he comes out of the club, his clothes dripping almost as much blood as mine.
I give him a dry smile. "The same thing you were. Obviously." My smile turns into another wince as I grip my arm tighter.
"We'll take you to our place and patch you up," Jason hurries to say, instantly coming to my side. I shake my head and pull away from him.
"Don't touch me, please Jase."
He nods quickly, raising his arms as he pulls back and walks back to Carmelia, gently rubbing her shoulders.
I turn to my ex-fiance and grit my teeth, my already triggered brain registering him as my worst enemy. "Take me back to my house," I command, watching his eyes darken.
My eyes roam over his form, taking in all he is and all he isn't.
He's tall, with blond hair and baby blue eyes, clean shaven as always. Bulky as he's been ever since I've known him, his overworked muscles straining against his t-shirt.
There's no darkness in the way his hair glints in the light, his eyes aren't black pits that swallow me hole. His body isn't lean like a predator's nor does he smell like the sweetest sins all wrapped in one.
I groan out loud. It must be all the alcohol that has me thinking like this.
The girls give me a concerned look to which I just shrug and move to Igor's car, determined to get the fuck home and stitch my arm before I throw a punch in the idiot's face.
Carmelia gave me a concerned smile as she watched me get in the car and I felt my stomach twist in jealousy when Jason pulled her to his side and stroked her cheek lovingly.
"New York didn't treat you well?" Igor asked as we pulled out of the club's parking lot.
I looked at him from the corner of my eye. "Didn't treat me worse than Vegas," my voice was dry as I glared at him.
He chuckled, taking a sharp turn. "You got into a fist fight with armed men, Aida. How's Vegas to blame for that?"
A scoff left me as I twisted my head. "No, I got into a fist fight with armed men because they slut shamed my little sister!" I was definitely yelling now but I didn't care.
Nobody got to say a bad word about my siblings and live to tell the tale. Even if it meant getting shot in the arm.
"Then was your fiance the problem?" Igor's tone was nothing short of curious but it also sounded resentful.
I smirked. I couldn't blame the man.
Romero and I had lasted a tad longer than Igor and me ever even tried to. Not that I was a willing participant in either engagements but hey, at least I hadn't burned half of Romero's skin off.
Yet.
"No, my fiance was just fine," I replied, resting my head against the window. Igor snorted, trying to play it off but I saw his knuckles turn white around the steering wheel.
"You still live here?" He asked me as I punched the code into my gate.
I quirked an eyebrow at him. "You have a problem with my house too now?"
He raised a hand up in false surrender. "No Captain, just saying."
I closed my eyes and prayed for the last bit of patience I could muster before I made him crash this car.
"You got a new car?" His voice was interested and that had me sitting upright in less than a second.
For the love of every shining fucking celestial body in the sky.
"That's not my car," I muttered.
As soon as the car came to a stop, I bolted out, ignoring the pain shooting through my body.
"ROMERO RUSSO!" I yelled as soon as I stepped inside my house, my anger spiking.
Nat peaked her head around the doorway of the living room, her eyes widening as they landed on me. "Aida," she said softly.
I gave her a look and she sighed, going back in the living room. Quiet whispers reached my ears and I stomped inside, uncaring that Igor had followed me.
And there he was.
Legs stretched out in front of him, hands behind his head, lips quirked in a deadly smirk, Romero looked like he'd kill me himself if he even got a foot near me.
"What. Are. You. Doing. Here?" I asked him, my nostrils flaring. One of his eyebrows arched and his eyes shone with amusement before his focus shifted to someone behind me.
"May God have mercy on you," Stefan told Igor, a sadistic laugh leaving him as Romero bolted from the chair and went straight for him.
Igor was a big man - around 6'5 in height and definitely heavier than Romero. In that moment however, he looked like a baby angel who had been shoved in the flames of hell and the devil himself had left his throne to make sure he was dealt with.
I felt my body heat as Romero threw a punch straight in Igor's face, blood spurting from his nose as he registered the hit.
"Shit," I whispered to myself as Romero knocked Igor down and straddled him, using his face as a punching bag.
My pussy flooded with heat as Romero's back tensed under his black button up, his muscles straining as he pummeled my ex's face with his fists.
"That's enough," I commanded, shifting on my feet to relieve some of the pressure between my legs.
Romero raised his head, his eyes manic as he took me in for the first time since I'd been there. His focus shifted to my bleeding arm and I watched as the psycho in him raged to kill Igor with his bare hands.
But he didn't.
He stood up and walked over to me, one of his hands coming up to wrap around the front of my throat. His thumb caressed my jaw as he fixed me with a glare.
Igor stood up on shaky legs, his face barely recognizable. Romero turned his head, his hand dropping to my waist as he pulled me into his side.
"You touch my wife again or go near her and I'll make sure you're not only disfigured but unable to ever open a single eye again, understood?" He snapped at Igor with a snarl.
My ex fiance nodded and scrambled out of the house, his whimpers of pain sending heat signals between my legs.
Not only because he was in pain but because Romero had done it.
"He didn't shoot me," I muttered to him.
Romero fixed me with a look that told me he didn't give a shit. He turned on his heel and started up the stairs, leaving me stranded to deal with Natalya's worried looks all by myself.
My sister was indeed watching me with concern but watching me with amusement. I frowned at her and she rolled her eyes. "What are you waiting for? Go get your husban-"
She didn't get to finish because a bellow came from upstairs.
"Aida!" Romero's voice sounded just as angry as he'd last looked when I saw him minutes ago.
I grumbled and started up the stairs, completely not ready to deal with the fucking drama he'd bring.
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hey darlings! it's been a little over a month since i last updated explosive, but here's this :) hopefully the next chapter won't take me as long.
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Explosive ( Bloody Heirs #1 )
Romance~ Aida ~ My visions of love were destroyed at an early age by the very people who were supposed to set the standard. My positive view on life also gone down the drain when my twin sister gets taken by the rival family in the game. Years later they'r...
