It's His Fault (On Hold)

Chapter twelve: twisted

"Tell me you haven't." He sits before me with his back against the black leather of the chair, his hand half over the left side of his face, his voice showing little care of the conversation. "I haven't." I stand against the wall. "Don't lie to me, you two spend a lot of time together I know you've done something. I told you the rules, we have a God damn deal if I can keep up my end you can handle yours." A hint of aggravation in his tone as he leans forward in the chair with no sign of trust or belief in his eyes.

"I have held up my part of the deal, I've kept my hands to myself the only time I touch is when I'm suppose to now you on the other hand, you are the one breaking the fucking rules. How are you gonna sit there and tell me you haven't been doing anything." He sits back in his chair as if my words have defeated him and made him weak. I press myself off of the wall and go to stand closer. His eyes never leaving mines, he looks at me with stone eyes. "You can't keep your dick in your pants for five fucking minutes o don't think you should be worried about me but that little thing between your legs." Right there, that pissed him off.

Good.

He flies out of the leather chair and yokes me up by my black shirt. We stubble backwards until we're stopped by a solid object that I think is a desk. From the force he's pushing onto me, I fall back onto the desk as he hovers above me still gripping my once fine, wrinkle free black shirt. He lets go with his right hand and wraps it around my throat, all of this very amusing to me.

"You better watch your fucking mouth! Don't ever disrespect me like that!" He shouts down in my face. The veins popping put of his neck and forehead, eyes filled with dramatic anger. I just begin to laugh at this sorry piece of shit shouting in my face thinking he's some bad ass.

"Must be true if you get this angry." I laugh out with my wide smirk I show on my very satisfied grill. He draws his right hand away from the throat, cocking it back and swiftly brings it forward bringing it in contact with my left jaw, my head jerks to the right. I leave it there for a moment while I laugh it off.

"Yup, must be about four inches..am I right?" I laugh in his face as he goes to punch me again his hand comes in contact with my left jaw again. And once again I laugh but this laugh wasn't nearly as amusing.

Other P.O.V

I hit him again right in the jaw and he fucking laughs again. He really is crazy. When my vision clears from the anger I look at his face and notice he's no longer looking the joker instead his face is..straight. He's staring up me very intensely.

"Get off me." He looks me in the eye, his left hand on my forearm that's still pressed smug onto his neck slightly choking him. His right is on my shoulder, his face a little less red then the Devils left ass cheek. "Or what?"

Before I could hardly even finish my words his head springs up and head butts me in the damn nose, I immediately let go of my grip on him to grip my own nose. I stand up straight with my head back, my hand holding my probably broken nose thanks to this fucking psycho. I look down past my hand that's keeping my nose from gushing all over Taretto's dark brown wooded floors and see he's sitting up fully on the desk with his hands rested on the also dark wooded desk, still the same straight face but now it's a little different. Now he looks pretty fucking scary even for me.

"You broke my nose stupid fucking freak!" I somewhat shout while I tilt my head further back. I look up at the high ceiling and breathe in and out slowly through my mouth until I feel weird. When I bring my eyes back down he's standing right in front of my bloody face. Even at my angle he's looking me in my pain filled eyes. He seems to be searching, searching for something. My eyes go to his mouth that slowly turns into a twisted smile, a smirk that's shows some sort of satisfaction and pleasure.

"You'll be alright." He looks fully satisfied and goes and walks past me.

"Stop accusing me of shit. Go find Dr. Who-the-fuck he should have a tampon for your little accident."

His back turned to me as he speaks he opens the door and walks right out after insulting me again. Tampon? Disgusting.