SHADES OF LOVE

CHAPTER 18

"Where is he?" you asked, using your top to dry your face. "I need to see him. Please."

"He just called the driver." Gianluca's face wasn't kind as it used to be. "He's taking us to him now."

"Is he okay?"

"I don't know."

You pushed back into the seat, feeling physically ill.

You barely paid attention to where you were headed, your only thought being that you needed to explain. You needed to tell Ignazio that you loved him, that he was the only man you wanted, the only man who set your blood on fire.

Eventually, the car slowed and you looked out, realizing the limo had returned to Primal.

Gianluca stopped you from getting out. "Handle him with care," he scolded, staring hard at your face. "I have never seen him the way he is with you. You can make him happy, I saw that myself. So don't fuck with his head."

You couldn't speak past the lump in your throat, so you nodded, hoping he could see in your eyes how much Ignazio meant to you. Everything.

He didn't say anything else and left.

As you slid forward on the seat to step out of the limo, the door behind you opened, startling you. You shifted around to see Ignazio duck inside and settle on the opposite bench from you.

You lurched toward him. "Ignazio—"

"Don't." His voice whipped with anger, sending you recoiling and falling on your rear. The limo set into motion, jostling you.

Weeping, you watched him pour a glass of amber liquor at the bar and toss it back. You waited on the floorboards, your stomach churning with fear and grief. He refilled his glass before shutting the bar and dropping back in his seat. 

You wanted to ask him if David was okay or badly hurt. You wanted to ask how Ignazio was, if he was injured or fine. But you couldn't. You didn't know if he would take the questions the wrong way and assume your concern for David meant more than it did.

His face was impassive, his eyes hard as sapphires. "What is he to you after all?"

You swiped at the tears streaming down your face. "A mistake."

"Then? Or now?"

"Both."

His lip curled in a sneer. "You always kiss your mistakes like that?"

Your chest heaved as you tried to stem the need to sob. You shook your head violently.

"You want him?" he asked tightly, before taking another drink.

"No," you whispered. "I only want you. I love you, Ignazio. So much it hurts."

His eyes closed and his head fell back. You took the opportunity to crawl closer, needing to bridge the physical distance between the two of you, at least.

"You saw him in there? Did you come for me when I had my fingers inside you, (Y/N)? Or because of him?"

Oh my God... How could he doubt...? You made him doubt. You did that.

"You. You're the only one who can get to me like that. Make me forget where I am. Make it so I don't care who's around or what's happening as long as you're touching me."

"Isn't that what happened when he kissed you?" Ignazio's eyes opened and focused on you. "He's had his dick in you. He's fucked you...blown his load inside you. And left you with a goddamn baby to top it off!"

You cringed away from the horrible bitterness in his tone, the vicious nastiness. You knew just how he felt. And how badly the mental images could sting and claw until you felt like you were going mad. In your mind, he and Camilla had fucked dozens of times while you watched in sick, jealous fury.