CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE: MAXIMO
Idon’talwayswant to hurt Winter anymore.
Sometimes, I find myself being gentle with her. At least, as gentle as I can be.
But then she goes and does that shit like she did today… and not only do I want to hurt, I want to kill her.
Brutalize her.
Maul her.
Tear apart her flesh, inch by inch.
All while reminding her that Enzo is mine.
And if she thinks she’s going to sway his emotions for me, she’s wrong.
I’m aware that she doesn’t even know what it is that she’s done, but I don’t care. I don’t have time for logic right now, only anger.
I tap my fingers against my desk, rage burning through me.
They’re both fucking wrong.
Winter is wrong for wanting what’s mine, and Enzo is wrong for making her want him.
“Whoa, who the fuck pissed you off?”
I look up to find Lucia standing just inside of my office. I try not to focus on the fact that I didn’t even hear her come up.
Her brows lift after I only stare at her, without answering. “Okay, then.” She kicks my door closed with her foot before approaching my desk.
She doesn’t approach cautiously enough, considering how bad of a mood I’m in. Instead, she practically skips to my desk, before planting herself right on the edge, her leg brushing the arm of my chair as she watches me. “What’s going through your head, cousin? Are your considering murdering someone? If so, I want in.”
“More like fucking someone into submission.”
“Oh, definitely count me in then.”
“Two someones.”
“The more the merrier.'“
“We don’t share,” I remind her before allowing my gaze to flick to hers. “And if I do it, I may slit a throat, I’m not sure whose yet.”
Her nose scrunches. “You know usually I’m into some blood play, but you’re not really selling me with your tone right now.”
I let out a grunt, picking up a pen from my desk and crushing it in my hand. A sharp bite of pain shoots through my hand and I realize I’ve clutched the tip of the pen. A dot of blood bubbles up to the surface and I drop the pen. I bend my thumb in, pressing it to the wound and forcing more blood out.
It doesn’t help relieve my anger.
“Enzo and Winter have been making eyes at each other.”
“I thought you liked for your toys to fuck each other.”
“With my permission,” I correct her. “I like for them to fuck each other when I tell them to. Not when they want to and not for their own fucking pleasure and satisfaction.”
“Damn, you’re really torn up about this, aren’t you?” she asks and when I look up at her she seems a bit too entertained.
“Bite a dick, Lucia.”