try and get me to calm down, but if I do then the agony will consume me and there will be nothing left of me.
There’s too much emotion coursing through me that grabbing hold of sanity is impossible. I don’t know whether to laugh, scream, or beat them both to death.
I’ve been hurt before. Damn, he is becoming a pro at hurting me, but nothing I’ve been through can compare to the way it cut me through to my soul hearing those words from his lips. He’s scarred me and I’ll have to carry that with me for the rest of my life.
How can people I love wrong me in such devastating ways? Why me? Do I invite this kind of betrayal?
I’m dying inside.
I’m dying.
My chest is heaving with such intensity, it’s as if something inside me is trying to break free, and maybe it is. Anger and grief storm in my veins, igniting a fire I didn’t know I was capable of. I want revenge. I want justice for everything he put me through. I want to feel free, wanted, enough, worthy of someone not fucking hurting me and using up every ounce of good inside me.
They think they can keep firing me with bullets of betrayal, but I’m not bulletproof. The wounds are soul deep and I’m bleeding out.
THOUGHTS OF WHAT IT would be like to be inside the warmth of her body stir in my mind, and God, do I crave it. I love the shape of every curve she rocks. Just to taste her beneath my tongue and take her away from her thoughts and drive her need to the brink so the only thing occupying her mind is the desperation for release consumes my thoughts lately.
She’s looking at me with lust glazing the green of her eyes.
My lips go to her exposed neck, her head turns into me, which is a green light for me to snake my hands around her waist and then down her ass. Her cheeks fill my palm and I squeeze and begin my descent down her neck, grinding my hard cock against her, but she pulls away, slapping me playfully on the shoulders
“Wake up.”
“What?”
“Wake up.” Her voice morphs into a male tone. “Gavin!”
My eyes open and a groan passes my lips when I see Aidan standing over my bed.
“What are you doing?” I ask, trying to hide my rock hard dick that’s tenting the duvet.
“Mary is at the front door for you.”
“Why?”
He shrugs his shoulders. “How the hell would I know, but she’s been crying, I think.”
Antonia.
Pulling the cover back, I leap to my feet and drag my jeans up my legs.
“You may want to get rid of that before you go out there.” He points to the bulge now in my jeans, and I’d love to go and release the beast, but I’m too concerned at Mary being at the door at this time of night.
“She won’t care.”
Pushing past him, I race to open the door.
“Hey, what’s up?”
She sniffles, wiping her hand up her nose. Gross.
“Finlay’s done something.”
Images of the smashed bottle in Antonia’s apartment from him losing his temper flash in my mind and every muscle in my body constricts. “Did he hurt her?”
He wouldn’t. Would he? No.
She frowns and appears to rear back. “Why would you think that?”
“Mary?”
“Not physically, he’s said something to her. I came out to her screaming at him and hitting him and now she’s locked in the bathroom, but she’s been in there for too long and I can’t get in.”
I don’t even wait for her to finish. I’m marching through Antonia’s apartment and banging on the door within seconds. The sound of running water can be heard but she doesn’t reply when I call her name.
“Stand back,” I warn Mary, and bring my shoulder against the door, breaking the lock. The door flies open and pieces of metal drop to the floor.
The room is full of steam but I make out her figure huddled on the floor of the shower. “Get some towels,” I tell Mary.
Approaching the shower, I drop on my haunches. “Hey, beautiful. I need to get you out of here now.”
She’s staring at me but not really present.
“Antonia.” I raise my voice a little and she jerks her head. Her bottom lip trembles and she sobs. The water is soaking over me, causing my jeans to stick to my legs. She reaches her arms out and places them around my neck, crawling into my lap, curling her body into