Shameless - Sybil Bartel Page 0,5
hell no.” I wasn’t getting my ass shot because of her. “Come near me, and I’ll call Antonio faster than you can blink.” Her husband could deal with her. I was done.
“I already told you, I left him. It is over.”
“Nice fucking try.” No one left Antonio, let alone the Vincenzo family. “Do you think I’m stupid?”
She gave up the pretense of trying to be nice. “Stop this right now. I am coming to you, and you are going to protect me. That is final.”
“No,” I growled.
“Where are you?” she asked, ignoring me.
The Escalade’s passenger door opened.
Looking up, I caught Rehab’s stark blue eyes. “None of your fucking business,” I told Cara.
“I will just keep tracking your phone,” Cara threatened.
Our gazes locked, little Miss Rehab stalked up to me. “The fuck you will,” I warned Cara.
“I am not kidding,” Cara bitched.
“Good for you.” Fuck this. “Hanging up. Good luck with your bullshit.”
Hands on her hips, Rehab stepped in front of me in her fuck-me boots with the gold heels and padlocks on the ankle like she was auditioning for a fucking BDSM porno. “I’m hungry.”
Before I had a chance to end the call, Cara’s proverbial claws came out, and she yelled, “Who the hell is that?”
Making a rookie mistake, I held the phone away from my ear.
Rehab grabbed my wrist and brought my cell to her dick-sucking lips. “Summer Amherst, bitch. Who the fuck are—”
Slapping my hand over Rehab’s mouth seconds too late, I yanked my phone back.
“Do not hang up on me!” Cara ordered before turning crazy-bitch, level ten. “Or I will tell him.”
Ignoring Rehab, I refused to get dragged into Cara’s brand of bullshit. “I don’t give a fuck what you do.”
Cara played her only move. “I will tell Antonio Vincenzo that you fucked his wife.”
Shoving my hand away, Rehab sighed dramatically. “I’m going inside to eat. Come or don’t.” She spun and showed me her tight teenage ass.
Pissed at Cara, at little Miss Rehab, at this bullshit assignment, I grabbed Rehab’s arm. Then, staring at my past mistakes through the eyes of a fucking teenager, I slit my own goddamn throat.
“Make sure you tell Antonio you screamed my name when I ate your psycho pussy in his bed. And tell him he needs more lube. I had to use half the fucking tube when I pounded your ass, because his small dick didn’t do shit to pave the way for me.” If Vincenzo was tapping her phone, I was a dead man.
Rehab froze.
Cara gasped. “Shade.”
Slowly turning toward me, looking shocked as fuck, Rehab raised an eyebrow.
Holding her gaze, I switched to Italian. “Have a nice life, Carabella.” I hung up and forgot to switch back to English. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”
Rehab schooled the shock in her expression and brought out the attitude. “You always speak Italian when you’re dumping a girlfriend?”
I switched back to English. “You always this belligerent when you break the rules?”
She snorted. “Did you really need half a tube?”
On edge enough to want to show her exactly what I could do with a fucking tube of lube and her tight little body, I threw down a challenge. “Do you really want to know?”
With youth-induced bravery, she didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”
Neither did I. “Yes.”
Her face twisted with disgust. “Pig.”
“Junkie.”
She glared at me.
Fucking feeding off her contempt, I let my gaze drop to her barely covered cunt.
Rubbing her thighs, she broke first. “You’re disgusting.”
Meeting her eyes again, I smirked. “And you’ve never had your ass owned by a real man.”
Her cheeks flamed, but she crossed her arms and rolled her eyes. “Hate to break it to you, but everything you’re so obviously watching on Pornhub is a fucking lie. Women don’t enjoy getting their asses pounded. And anyone who told you different, or screamed your name, was lying through her teeth.”
I grinned. “Is that a challenge, Jailbait?”
“I’m nineteen, not sixteen, asshole. And what challenge? If I wanted to fuck you, all I’d have to do right now is spread my legs.”
Stepping into her personal space, I ignored her bull’s-eye. “Asshole?”
Her back stiffened, and her voice went brittle. “Yeah.”
My cock twitched. “You got something to say?”
“I already said it,” she blustered.
Fuck, I would crush her. “You know what I think?” Both her ass and her cunt.
“Like I care.” She forced a half laugh, but her body language said it all. Nervous as hell and turned on, she was too damn curious for her own good.
And I was getting off on every second of it.
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