in her eyes so damn brazen, a large part of me wants to answer it. To fill her up with me until I’m all she feels, all she needs and all she’ll ever want.
“You don’t have the right to kiss me.”
Like hell I don’t.
“You don’t have a right to be anywhere near my brother,” I seethe. “You’re nothing and you’ll fucking stay away from Liam before I light your shitty world up.”
She holds my gaze, then she starts laughing and it’s as bitter as her fucked up life.
“Not before I light yours up,” she counters. “Does Liam know about your deal with your dad? You know, the one you were talking to Cole about?”
Frozen, I hold my breath, watching her sharp smile turn her into a vixen from hell.
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Fire a fucking shot, Julian.”
Looking rebellious and fucking defiant, her eyes blaze with the threat to destroy the most important relationship in my life, the one I have with my brother. I’ve made it this far by making sure no one comes between my brothers and I, but the only one who’s ever managed to hurt my brothers in some way, has been her.
“You wanted to kill my brother, working with your fucking boyfriend to plant a bomb in my car.” I see red all over again the moment I think about fucking Matthews. “You’re going to pay for that.”
“Ew, that barely mature man-child is not my fucking boyfriend and I never tried to kill Liam!” she shrieks, that anger back in her eyes. “I’ve been trying to tell you that!”
“You’re lying.”
“Why the hell would I lie about that?” she yells in my face, eyes blazing. “What do you think I am? A serial killer?”
“You’re cold, and you try so fucking hard to be emotionless, but we all know the truth. I see you for who you are,” I start, and she shivers, her gaze still on mine, unable to look away. “You’re a scared little girl. Scared to lose everything and everyone. But guess what, Little Minx?”
“Don’t,” she gasps, her eyes glistening with tears again.
“You’ve already lost,” I growl. “You’re empty. You’re alone and yes, you’re a fucking murderer.”
She lets out a light chuckle then. “You know what, I’m all of those things. I’m cold. I’m probably unloved, and yeah, maybe I want to harm your last living brother. But guess what, Julian?”
She steps closer to me. I can’t help but be drawn into the web of lies she’s weaving.
“It’s all because of you.”
“Don’t blame me for your emptiness.”
“You made me this way!” she cries, looking up at me with accusation and devastation in her gorgeous eyes.
Tears run down her face and I can’t help but lean closer to her and lick the tears away, enjoying the way she’s breaking. She tries to push me away, but I don’t budge.
“Don’t,” she fights, but I stand right there, licking every teardrop, growling when she trembles in pain. “Don’t touch me! You gave your emptiness!”
“Little Minx,” I groan.
“You kissed me three years ago, single-handedly messed up my life and broke my spirit. You turned me into this!”
“Mia…” I start but she cuts me off.
“No, Julian. You are the architect of everything evil that lives in me, you asshole!”
We’re breathing hard and fast, staring at each other, feeling I’m tied to her by some kind of invisible rope that she tugs every time she looks at me.
“It shouldn’t fucking surprise you then,” I start and she narrows her eyes.
“What?”
“The fact that you bring out the worst in me.”
It’s the rawest confession I’ve ever admitted to anyone in my life. How crazy and stupid is that? Admitting your weaknesses to the one person who fucks you up inside, so much so you can hardly sleep under the same roof with fear of growing addicted to seeing her every second of every day.
“It shouldn’t fucking destroy you that I hate you this much, but it will,” I start, watching her. “It shouldn’t surprise you that I’m probably going to hurt you where it’ll fucking shatter you for Aiden. For kissing Liam when you should’ve been kissing me. For causing all this crap in my life, turning it upside down without a care in the world.”
She listens silently, delicate tears running down her face, but fuck my life, she’s still so damn beautiful, my chest hurts.
“You’re right,” she whispers. “It doesn’t surprise me just how hateful, empty, cold and angry you are.”
She leans in closer to me, her gaze dropping to my lips, then back