Fiftysix - Seven Rue Page 0,111

“What are you trying to say, Marcus?”

“I’m saying that I didn’t realize I had been talking to her, even taught her a few things. And now I also realized that she’s fucking my brother.”

There it was.

Straight forward and with no warning.

“Strange seeing you without that ski mask, Dove.”

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at the dramatics he was bringing to the table. This wasn’t necessary, and he could’ve just moved on.

Riggs tensed, and I placed a hand on his back with a heavy sigh. “I’ll talk to him,” I said, but he didn’t feel like letting me discuss this with Marcus.

“What she did on that webcam is in the past, Marcus. There’s no reason for you to be here.”

“There isn’t? Don’t you think it would’ve been appropriate for either of you to let me know? Surely, you knew who I was,” he said, staring straight back into my eyes.

So he must’ve put all the puzzle pieces together. My eyes, maybe even lips, my voice…

“What we did was purely platonic, Marcus, and you know that.”

“It isn’t anymore,” he stated, holding out his hands on his sides. “Not sure how you’re okay with this, but doesn’t it bother you that I’ve seen her naked before you ever did?” he asked Riggs who easily towered over his brother.

Still…Marcus wasn’t letting go of this.

“You really should go,” Riggs replied, already having enough of his bullshit.

“Jesus, how was I so damn blind? Look at you,” he laughed, his eyes back on mine. “Had I seen that face while you were fucking yourself with that dildo, I think I would’ve done far more than just drink my own piss and cum for you.”

As frustrated as he was about this, I couldn’t say or do anything to stop him from talking and including all those details for Riggs to hear.

“Shit, do you take double as much for him to fuck you in real life?”

That was what pushed Riggs over the edge, and I hadn’t even noticed his fists on his sides.

I wasn’t a whore who got paid to have sex, no matter what I did on that webcam.

“Leave,” Riggs spat.

He wouldn’t hurt his brother, and Marcus was lucky Riggs wasn’t an aggressive person when it came to conflicts like this.

Yet I was scared it would all turn into a fist fight I couldn’t break up.

“I wanna fuck her too. I’ve been wanting to ever since she showed me that pink pussy on the webcam.”

Shivers moved down my spine, making me want to turn around and run away so I couldn’t hear him anymore.

“Don’t fucking talk about her like that. Leave, Marcus!”

I wrapped my hands around Riggs’s upper arm, making sure he wouldn’t take a swing at Marcus.

“I bet you talk to her like that, don’t you?”

“LEAVE!”

Riggs’s roar echoed through the whole neighborhood, and it not only left me shaking, but Marcus as well.

“And don’t fucking show your face around here again! Not unless you can talk respectfully to and about my girl!”

His words were clear and finally made Marcus walk away, but as we stared him down, we didn’t expect his next move.

It happened so quickly that I could only see what happened when Marcus was already in his car, ready to drive off.

Riggs was bent over with his hand covering his face, blood dripping down his arm.

“Oh, my God!” I cried out, placing both hands on his head to make him look up.

Marcus had bent down to grab a rock on the side of the pathway and threw it at Riggs like an asshole.

Well, that was fucking unnecessary.

“Let me see,” I said quietly, and Riggs lifted his head with his hand still covering his nose.

“He could’ve hit you,” he muttered.

As much as I appreciated him worrying about me, I needed to fix his nose because the blood running down his hand was a lot.

“Let’s go to the bathroom. I’ll clean you up,” I told him as I locked the door and helped him down the hallway while I made sure not to make any of the blood drop to the floor.

“I’m gonna kill that fucking bastard. He’s sick and needs help.”

“Let’s worry about him later. Sit,” I told him, and he sat down on the small bench in the shower so the blood wouldn’t stain the dark gray tiles.

“Keep your head low. Don’t want the blood to flow into your head,” I advised, and while he let the blood drip, I grabbed a washcloth to wet it and clean up his face.

“He’s gonna pay for