Lines Drawn (Drawn to You #2) - Ker Dukey Page 0,10

at her feet so she will see how fucking wounded I am and hope she has pity on me and lets me back in.

I should never have left last night.

Images of all the different scenarios that could have happened to her walking around at that time of night alone pour into my skull like lava.

“What did she want at the club?”

It didn’t make any sense.

“She was looking for a number for one of those band members from her ex’s band. She was exhausted, and I got her to lie down. She crashed, so I let her sleep.”

So many questions run rampant in my head, and before I can voice them, the bedroom door opens and Antonia stands there, towel drying her hair and not paying attention to us.

“So the SIM card will work?” she says, before looking up and coming to an abrupt stop, holding her hair in the towel before dropping her hands and letting the wet strands slide over her smooth shoulders. She’s lost weight, and it shows in her petite frame.

“Have you sobered up?” she asks, tossing the towel into the bedroom behind her and then folding her arms, which pushes her tits together and shows me a sliver of her cleavage peeking from the top of her T-shirt.

“I was an asshole,” I state, not knowing what else to say, and treading carefully, knowing she could tell me to leave at any second.

She nods to the wall across from me. “Clean up your mess.”

Looking over to what she’s referring to, I cringe, disgusted with my actions from last night. She must have just left the mess because glass and drips of dried liquor are in plain sight.

Gavin’s glare catches the corner of my eye, and I don’t bother defending my actions because there is no excuse for it.

Walking to the kitchen to grab something to clean up with, I falter when she calls after me,

“And, Fin.” I turn so I can look at her. “You ever pull something like that with me or in my place again, and it’s over.”

The hole that has been there for the last ten days expands with her threat.

“I know.” I nod.

I’m just throwing the broken glass in the trash when her doorbell chimes. The door opens, and in pours my mother, followed by Gaby, and Antonia’s parents.

Fucking perfect.

“What’s going on?” Antonia asks, confusion causing her to worry her lip.

“Did you not get the text?” Gaby asks, rolling her eyes, and then she notices Gavin, who’s staring straight at her. She turns and makes her way towards where I’m standing and sees the broken pieces of bottle in the bin. She smirks.

“Heavy night?”

She’s still pissed at me, and that’s fine, but she knows what Antonia and I have lost, so her attitude won’t be tolerated with me today. “Don’t be a brat.”

“Screw you, Finlay,” she snaps, and it takes all my willpower not to bark a retort or scold her for her language. Dad hated it when she’d slip out a cuss.

“I don’t have a cell phone right now. Can someone explain what’s going on?” Antonia says, exasperated.

“Come sit down, everyone,” my mother orders, and the kid inside me battles with the man, but I cave and do as she asks.

Gaby sits as far from Gavin and me as possible, using an end table as a stool. Antonia sits between the two of us, wringing her hands together.

I place my hand on hers to try and offer her some comfort, and she smiles at me before focusing back on our parents who have formed a line in front of us. Not one of them is looking any of us in the eyes.

This can’t be good.

“Gavin, we didn’t text you, but I suppose it’s right you hear this after what Finlay had accused of your father. Although, we expect your discretion in what you’re going to hear,” my mother tells him, and we all shift, uncomfortable with the entire situation. Is she going to air our business in front of Antonia’s parents?

“Finlay, what you told your sister and your friend was completely fabricated.”

I open my mouth to defend my findings on the matter, but she holds her hand up to stop me. She used to do that to me when I was a kid and it annoyed me then, and still fucking does now. Even more so.

“Gavin’s father and I may have had a fling back before your father, but not after,” she states, narrowing her eyes on me.

“So, we can’t be brother