Mafia Casanova - M. Robinson Page 0,14
and he kicked open the door and walked right in. Grabbing the bottle of Jack from my hand, he kicked it closed behind him. “That’s what I thought.”
“What do you want, Romeo?”
“You know what I fucking want.”
I scoffed out, “Really? That’s news to me. I never know what you want because guess what? You never tell me.”
“I don’t need to tell you, Red. You know me better than anyone.”
“Bullshit. I don’t know you at all.”
“Is that right?”
“Absolutely.”
He stepped toward me, and I stepped back.
“Where are you going, baby?”
“Don’t call me that. I’m not your baby. I’m not your anything.”
“That’s where you’re wrong.” In the blink of an eye, he backed me into the wall and caged me in with his arms. Whispering against my lips, “You’re my everything.”
“Ugh.” My head fell back. “I can smell the woman’s perfume on you. Whose bed did you crawl out of?”
Please, God, don’t say Celeste.
“Who said it was a bed?”
I shoved against his thick chest; he didn’t waver.
“The only thing I know is how much I fucking hate you. Do you hear me? I fucking hate you so much.” My body shook. “I fucking hate you!” I repeated, desperately trying to make him believe it.
Which only fueled his determination to get what he wanted
Me.
“You wish you fucking hated me,” he sneered.
“I hate y—”
He crashed his mouth into mine, digging his hand into my hair and yanking my head back to deepen his kiss.
It was intense.
Forceful.
Demanding.
Urgent.
I vigorously gripped onto the front of his shirt, yanking him closer like we weren’t already close enough, trying to mold us into one person.
He kissed me as if his life depended on it.
“Fuck… I’m going to go to Hell for this…” he groaned against my lips.
With a strong force I found somewhere inside of me, I pushed him away and slapped him across the face as hard as I could. His head whooshed back from the unexpected impact.
There was no hesitation in my words this time.
Speaking loud and clear, I said, “I. Hate. You.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
“We’re all bad in someone’s story.” —Thanos
Romeo
My cheek burned instantly. I couldn’t remember the last time someone dared to hit me.
“What do you need, Eden?”
“I need you to leave,” she gritted out, standing taller, her expression a mixture of anger and heartache, a reminder that I was the fucking bastard responsible.
I shook off her blow, watching as she continued to put on a show. She stood there unfazed, not backing down. Putting on a performance.
For me.
For her.
For both of us.
Even though I knew her hand was throbbing from the assault, I reached for her on pure impulse. As soon as she felt my strong arms wrap around her waist, she flinched against me as if my touch burned her skin.
“I said, you need to go!” she shouted bloody murder, pushing me as hard as she could again. My back hit the column with a hard thud, and she didn’t falter.
She came for me.
At me.
With everything inside of her.
Again and again.
“I hate you!” Another hard shove. “All you do is hurt me!” Two kicks to my shin. “Do you hear me?” She scratched across my arm. “I. Hate. You!” she repeated, her hits assaulting every inch of my body she could access.
I tried to block each and every advance, instigating her further to push and hit me harder. After all, I deserved it. She took out every ounce of frustration and hatred she had on me. All the years of pent-up anger were shown in one instant.
“Red, calm the fuck down,” I ordered, trying to grip onto her wrists.
She jerked back. “Don’t tell me what to do! I’m so tired of you thinking you can do whatever you want to me!” she yelled, hitting and shoving me more, the closer I tried to come to her. “You just gave me away! Like I meant nothing to you! You never fought for me!”
“What the fuck?”
“When you fight for everything!” Her voice cracked. “But never me. N-never.”
She dug her nails into the sides of my neck and scraped all the way down, making me bleed. She raised her hand up to slap me across the face as hard as she could. Then she prepared to slap me again, but she wasn’t strong enough to hold me back any longer.
In two seconds flat, I gripped her throat, shoving her into the nearest wall. Taking hold of both her wrists with my other hand and placing them above her head.
I got right up in her pretty little face, rasping, “What