best be careful from here on out. Even I could not protect him should he step on my brother’s toes.
The motel where Dante was staying wasn’t technically in Midpark, which was why it could get away with looking so dingy and old. To say it was an eyesore would do a disservice to other eyesores in the community. From the mostly vacant parking lot, it looked like hardly anyone was here right now, and I wondered how much of it was currently rented out.
Dante had no one else in Midpark. Jacob had gotten him into the high school with fudged records, while I took care of his lodging. Without us, Dante wouldn’t even be here, and where would that leave us today?
But the overzealous, leather-loving man had only acted to protect Jaz, so I had to keep that in mind. When he went off the rails, he went off the rails for his girl. For my girl. Our girl.
Hmm. Still wasn’t used to thinking along those lines, and I hoped it would grow easier in time. It didn’t appear as if Jaz was going to choose, and I was far too smitten with her to force a choice like that on her. And, as I mentioned before, I never wanted her to hate me. If I forced her to choose—just like if I took away her freedom and made her stay with me—she would absolutely grow to hate me, loathe me with her entire being.
That wasn’t something I wanted. In fact, it was the last thing I wanted.
The only things I wanted from Jaz were her devotion, her heart, her body, and her soul. Basically everything she could give me, and then some, but I wanted those things freely given. I guess, deep down, I wasn’t much like my brothers after all.
I knew where Dante’s room was. I also had a key to it, which he was unaware of. Since I was paying for the room, I only thought it fair. I kept tabs on him, made sure he wasn’t doing anything stupid while he was here, alone. Sometimes when you were alone, you tended to make mistakes, but it would seem Dante was sticking to the straight and narrow when it came to keeping to himself and staying true to Jaz.
As much as I hated to admit it, I did come to respect him. A little.
My feet drew me down a long, dingy hallway, its lightning subpar and flickering. I found the door soon after, reaching in my pocket for the key. If I had to guess, I’d say Dante had the door locked, just to try to get Jaz to himself for a while. Everything was always a competition when it came to him, and he was proud of his stamina. Having her to himself now would not hinder him later on.
However, before I stuck the key into the door and went in, my ears heard the noises rising in the room. Low, guttural sounds, sounds that instantly told me what was happening. Both feminine and masculine groans, grunting and quick inhalations of breath. The door definitely didn’t block any sounds whatsoever; the walls were the same, if I had to guess.
I hesitated when I heard their sounds of pleasure. The longer I stood there, the more noises I heard in the room. They were not the worst sounds I’d ever heard in my life, and when I heard Jaz’s telltale cries, my cock twitched in my pants.
When I felt myself growing aroused, I had to throw a quick look down the hall, both ways, just to make sure I was alone here and that no one would spot me with a budding erection. I should just go in, make my presence known, but for whatever reason, a part of me was inclined to remain still, to listen to the carnal music, and imagine what was going on in that room.
So that’s what I did. I stood there, my ear cocked to the door, listening to the sounds of Dante’s and Jaz’s sex. Was it odd for me to listen? Was it a type of intrusion? I was seeing her too, so I wasn’t sure of the morality of it all.
But again, morality and the things I did very rarely aligned with each other. My hands were bloody with Ryan’s life, and they’d get even more stained when I started to work for my family in the basement.