CONSUMED By The Past | 18+ (Ongoing)

CHAPTER 7

DANTÉ

My life is a turbulent storm.

Despite my efforts to move past that dreadful night in Sicily and regain a sense of normalcy, the agony persists.

Though I rarely interacted with Vince, he would occasionally reach out to check in on me and keep me updated on things. I regarded him as the closest thing to family after losing my own, unlike my power-hungry uncle. With Vince gone and the knowledge of who killed my family dying with him, seething anger engulfs me.

Fire surges through my veins, my muscles tremble, my heart races and my knuckles whiten as I clutch the steering wheel. Right now, I have to get to Ava. Besides alcohol, she is the only thing that can divert my attention from my frustration and grief.

Half an hour later, I knock on her front door, and much to my surprise, a heavily tattooed guy, reminiscent of Stephen James, opens the door, wearing only a towel.

The fuck is this?

"Can I help you?" he asks nonchalantly in a deep voice.

"I was looking for Ava, but never mind," I reply, turning to leave.

"If you were fucking her, that's over now," his warning echoes behind me, but I disregard him and carry on walking. "Yeah, keep walking, pussy."

"The fuck did you say?" I retort, turning to face him again.

"You heard me, mother fu—" In a split second, my fist collides with his nose, the sickening crunch of bones shattering and blood spurting out in a violent spray. "You broke my fucking nose," the jerk cries out, just as Ava appears in a bathrobe.

Her voice quivering, she nervously stammers, "D-Danté," her wide eyes locked on me. "Please leave."

"The fuck he's leaving!" he shouts and lunges forward, landing a blow to my jaw and gut. That was it for me. I strike his nose again, the force sending him sprawling backward into the apartment.

As I gaze into Ava's tear-filled eyes, I see desperation consuming her. Her voice, trembling with fear, begs, "Please, just go, Danté," while the douchebag frantically tries to scramble to his feet. I comply, not out of desire, but because something in her eyes and voice betrays a profound fear.

With purposeful steps, I bypass my apartment and make a beeline for the elevator.

*

You might think everyone would be buried in assignments and prepping for classes tomorrow, but Parson's is bustling with SJU students on a Sunday evening. Seated at the bar, somewhat intoxicated and casually sipping on yet another beer, I couldn't help but notice my peers' attempts to get laid.

Though I badly need a good fuck too, I steer clear of frivolous flirting and trying to charm women. I'm not one to play the chasing game. Usually, the ladies drop their panties at first glance and beg for it.

Amidst the lively scene, my gaze locks on a petite blonde who seems to check me out, while some guy's making an obvious effort to get in her pants. As I casually sip my beer, I playfully wink at her and deliberately shift my gaze somewhere else. That is all it takes.

The next moment, she is beside me, her sensual touch on my leg sparking a rush of exhilaration straight to my dick. The enticing invitation in her hushed voice, "Let's go out back," not to mention her incredible boobs, stirs up a thrilling anticipation.

Now... what kind of gentleman would I be if I turned down the lady's request?

While she takes the lead, I follow closely behind. Her snug, short black dress fit her so perfectly, accentuating her long, gorgeous legs. The allure of her sexy physique is so damn irresistible that my cock grows hard as I envision slamming into that perfectly shaped ass. Once we're in the alley behind the building, she immediately goes for my jeans and quickly frees my semi hard cock.