Her eyes darted around, right and left, like they did that night I showed up unannounced at her door. Except back then she wasnât hiding them behind another manâs shades. I yanked them off. The idea of another manâs anything on her was unbearable.
Pale blue eyes glared back at me, matching my anger. âStay the hell away from me.â
âDo you know how many nights it took you before you trusted me enough to show me those eyes? Do you know how many strokes I gave your stupid wig, thinking I was soothing you to sleep? And you give it all to him, just like that.â
âYour father earned my trust with the things heâs done for me,â she fumed. âI canât believe you knew whom he was and never told me.â
âI was going to.â
âWhen the fuck were you going to tell me, Tirone? After you banished me to Psycho Obsessivia with you?â
Psycho Obsessivia. Thatâs a good one. âYouâre calling me a psycho? You drugged me and left me on the fucking street to die.â
âYou forced me to break up with my boyfriend, neglecting to tell me he was your dad, and coerced me into moving in with you God only knew where after you raped me with a gun.â
âRaped you? You soaked the fuck out of that gun. Since you liked it so much the first time, maybe I should do it again. My cock will follow for sure this time.â
âDo that and Iâll kill you myself, you sick son of a bitch.â
I scoffed. âYour threats have always been empty, Miss Meneceo.â
âWell, try me now and see how empty they can be.â She kept the menacing eye contact until she seemed satisfied. Then she backed away against the concrete, folding her arms over her chest.
âWhy did you not fight me harder that night?â
Rolling her eyes, she just shook her head.
âAnswer me.â
âI donât know what youâre talking about and have no intention to carry any kind of conversation with you. Just shut up.â
âThe fuck I will, and you know exactly what night Iâm talking about. The first night I came to your place when you thought I was gonna rape you. Iâve always wondered why you didnât scratch my eye or yell or anything. Same thing happened two days ago. Why did you not fight me hard enough? We both know youâre capable of so much more than a knee to the balls and a few kicks and squirms. Better yet, why did you not take your gun from the drawer and use itâ¦either time?â
She cast a long gaze at me, words written in fire in it, secrets she refused to spill. Yet.
âYouâre a glutton for punishment,â I speculated, knowing that much was true. Her body loved it when I hurt it.
Her lips twisted in disapproval or mockery. I didnât know for sure, but it only meantâeven if I was rightâI wasnât even close. I walked toward her, demanding an answer.
âStay the fuck away from me. I mean it.â
I kept going. âNever.â
âThen Iâll stay away from you.â She tried to walk away, but I linked arms with her and brought her back to the wall.
My palms rested on the concrete on either side of her, and so did my knees, caging her in my space completely so that she couldnât slip away. âWhat makes you think Iâll let you?â
âIâll never let myself slip into that shit of yours again. Donât touch me.â A hiss faltered on her lips. The way her tits heaved against my chest and the rub of her hips on my thighs were too much to bear. I needed to touch her like an addict needed their next fix.
This was the truth. My truth. Jocasta was an addiction. The worst kind. One with no cure or replacement. I had to have her or my sanity wouldnât be the only thing destroyed.
âI will touch you any way I like whenever the fuck I like. Youâre mine, Jo. Do you hear me? Youâve always been mine, and youâll stay that way orââ
âOr what, Ty? Youâll kill Laius? Your own father?â
âFor you, I will. Iâll kill anyone to have you.â I meant every word.
She mocked me with a snort. âDo you know whatâs going to happen if I tell Laius the truth? Heâll kill you. Right before you came in, he was literally forcing me to tell him your name so heâd take care of the punk who did this to me.â
I snorted back. âHave you seen the way his face lit up when he saw me? Furore will never kill his only son. He just got me back after fifteen fucking years.â Slowly, I lifted my knee, placed it between her thighs and glided it all the way up until it hit home. Teasing her with my knee while grinding my hips against her, I watched her squirm.
âStop,â she rasped.
I used my knee voraciously, feeling her wetness through the denim. That was how fucking wet I could still make her. âAnd when I tell him my version of the story about the teacher that has taken advantage of me, about how I couldnât help it because of my daddy issues he caused with his abandonment and violence, about how she ruined me for life just like he didâ¦the way Iâve been raped and violated over and over by her without even knowing thatâs what sheâs been doing to me⦠Oh my Godâ¦â I feigned a whimper, and then I smirked. âGuess which head his gun will be pointing at.â
Something flashed in her eyes, but it wasnât fear or rage as I expected. It wasâ¦relief. It took me by surprise so much that I froze. âHere he is. The same Tirone that threatened to tell the school lies just to get the English teacher to spread her legs for him, only so heâd dump her like trash after he had his fun with her. The same Tirone that couldnât bear the idea of her being happy with someone else, let alone with his father whom he loathed, that he had to come back into their lives just to ruin them and get a kick out of it.â She tilted her chin up âIâm so glad you reminded me of your true colors, ones I continuously and foolishly have ignored since that day at the library, so I wonât feel an ounce of guilt toward you anymore.â
I held her face between my hands. âYou know none of this is true. I fucking love you, and I only went away to protect you. I know I didnât tell you the whole truth, but that man Furore is talking to right now has my stepdad in his pocket. I only found that out the next day Furore smashed my stepdadâs bones.â
She jerked her head to shake off my touch. âYou and I had burner phones. Why the fuck did you not tell me?â
âThe Mafia had bugged our house. What if theyâd bugged my car or my other phone and still listened? What if they fucking followed me or found out about us one way or another? What if they forced me to get them information about you? I was paranoid and scared out of my mind for you, Jocasta.â
Her lashes fluttered at me. Could she see the truth now? Did she believe me? She had to believe me because every fiber of me was honest and protective of her. âAnd I should just believe you, after all the lies youâve told me, all the stories youâve always been so good at weaving?â
âYou have to believe me,â I groaned.
âThe only truth I believe and canât ignore is that youâre a sick, toxic motherfucker. I genuinely donât give a shit about what you say or do anymore. You know what else I donât care about, Tirone? My own life. Yes, I donât care if I live or die, not anymore. If I canât be happy with Laius, then whatâs the point? You want to tell your father your own twisted version of the lie we had? Be my guest. I wonât even bother correcting you or defending myself. Let him kill me.â
The lie we had? Her words were daggers slicing me open. Sheâd choose death over me? Because of him? âNo.â I shook my head until it hurt. âYou donât love him, Jo. Stop lying to yourself.â I rested my forehead on hers and brushed her temple with my fingers. âYou love me.â
She slapped my hand off her face. âYouâre the only one whoâs lying here, Tirone.â
I grabbed her arms, shaking her. âHeâs not the man you think he is.â
âStop it! Youâre hurting me.â
A roar of fury erupted from my throat as I left her arms and banged the concrete with my fists until they bled.
âTy!â she screamed, her shoulders hunched, fear rippling in her voice.
I tore myself away from her because hurting her was the last thing I ever wanted to do, and right now I couldnât trust myself. âHow can you be so fucking blind? For all I know, he could be barging in here any second, delivering your soul to the Mafia devil outside himself.â
She stared at me with glistening eyes for a few moments. Hope flickered in me. She was mulling it over. Maybe she was finally seeing the truth. Maybe she would finally come back to me before I crossed the line of no return. But then her nostrils flared as she shook her head. âWell, any second now isnât that long. I guess weâll just wait and see.â