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Chapter 37

** REBEL SIMMONS POV **

The car ride was silent, the tension so thick you could cut it with a knife. I sighed as we approached the mansion, jealously still consuming me at the thought of Dante leaving me in the morning to be with Sofia. I skidded to a stop, and briskly walked out of the car, leaving all the shopping bags inside the trunk... or at least what's left of it.

"Rebel, where the fuck are you going!" Dante yelled at me and followed me like a parent chasing after his misbehaving kid.

I ignored him and started to walk faster. I just needed time to think, and to get away... I really just needed to get away from him. He was an enigma, so close one moment, then the next he's gone. Always near enough to admire, yet far enough that I know I'd never reach him. As we walked through the house, I quickly walked to the backyard.

"Don't you fucking walk away from me!" Dante's voice boomed behind me as I continued to walk through the house, and out the back door. I walked into the massive garden in the backyard, and walked within the maze of the rose garden, and got lost within the floral scents.

I closed my eyes for a moment once I was out of view from the mansion, and sat down at a bench. This was my favorite spot in the garden, right in the middle of the estate. It had roses surrounding a large fountain and trees hanging above, blocking the sky and engulfing me within the garden. It was like a lush getaway, a secret passage where I could get away from the madness I call my life.

After a few minutes I heard the sound of light footsteps coming towards me. I slightly opened my eyes to see Dante walking towards me. The orange and red hues from the sunset made him look like an angel walking among us mere mortals.

"Rebel." He said calmly through gritted teeth as he slowly walked towards me.

"What do you want?" I said, my jealousy spilling to the surface.

"You and my idiotic sisters go out after strict orders to stay inside. You almost get killed. Yet you're giving me an attitude?" He scoffed as he stood in front of me.

"At least I didn't leave you this morning to be with another man." I said raising my eyebrow and standing up, walking away from him yet again.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" He said as he roughly grabbed my arm, turning me to face him and pulling me into his chest.

"Why don't you go have some more fun with Sofia?" I shrugged. "I'm sure she doesn't give you half the attitude I do." I said coldly. He looked at me for a moment, analyzing my face.

"What is this? Some kind of petty jealousy thing over something you don't even know? Are you that childish?" Dante growled as his face inched closer to mine.

"Dante, I'm tired of playing this endless back and forth with you. You're giving me mixed signals and they're giving me whiplash." I said as I attempted to pull my arm out of his fierce embrace. He held on tighter as his eyes narrowed.

"One minute, you're kind and gentle, and the next you're walking around cold and closed off. You're all over me, then ignore and push me away. It's frustrating me to no end, and I'm sick of this game you're playing with me." I said exhausted. I was tired of it. He laughed an evil laugh that seemed to send a shiver down my spine.

"What you think that just because I saved your life, that we are now exclusive or have some sort of connection?" He said as he let go of my arm and walked away.

"Sweetheart, I don't date. I don't do relationships. I don't do commitments. I don't make promises I cannot keep. If I want to go off and fuck a new girl every morning and every night, believe me I will do it. So either take me as I am, or don't. I honestly don't give a fuck." He said in a cold tone as he crossed his arms. Tears started to form at his words, I started to blink rapidly in an attempt to hold them in. How could I have been so stupid to try and see the light in such an awful, emotionless man.