Total pages in book: 161
Estimated words: 149338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Sophia gave me a reassuring smile as I pulled out my chair. She was so fucking beautiful. I didn’t give it a second thought. I was over to her in four strides, grabbing the sides of her face. Kissing her deep for the first time in front of everyone. Needing to stake my claim.
To show my father.
And Michael.
That I didn’t give a flying fuck what they wanted.
I took Sophia home later after we watched a movie. Heading back, hoping to catch the motherfucker before he left my house, I stood by Michael’s car, counting the minutes until I saw his goddamn face. Wanting nothing more than to lay him the fuck out. But out of respect for my sister, I would give him one fucking warning.
Just one.
“Well, look who it is? The prodigal son,” Michael mocked, walking down the driveway toward me. “What the fuck do you want, Martinez? Why are you waiting for me?”
I didn’t hesitate, getting right up in his face, slightly pushing him back. He stammered a little, but didn’t waver much.
“I know it was you, motherfucker. You went to my father like the fucking bitch that you are. Man up. Man the fuck up and tell me to my face that you’re not the one who told him about Sophia and me,” I sneered, my hands balling into fists at my sides. Itching to knock the fucking grin off his face.
He chuckled, nodding, “Fuck you, asshole. I don’t want your sloppy seconds. I got a girl already. You may know her, she’s your fucking sister.”
“You got a dick,” I spit out, grabbing him by the shirt, and pushing him up against my car. “I see the way you look at Sophia. I see the way you’ve always looked at her. You’re lucky I don’t break your fucking legs for disrespecting my sister, every time your wandering eyes land on my girl,” I gritted out. “And if you pull that peeping Tom bullshit again, next thing you’ll be looking at is the ceiling at your goddamn hospital room.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I didn’t tell your dad shit. Maybe you should try to keep your dick in your pants, and he wouldn’t fucking notice.” He shrugged me off, starting to walk away toward his car.
“Jealous?” I yelled, stopping him in his tracks.
He ran his hands through his hair in a frustrated gesture, before walking back over to me, shoving his finger into my chest.
“You’re no good for her, man. She’s a good girl. All you’re going to do is bring her down with you. I’m trying to save her from your hell. Exactly the way I’m trying to save your sister—” he pointed to the house, “I’m the good guy here.”
“You’re a fucking wolf in sheep’s clothing. I can’t make you stay away from Amari, but I sure as fuck will make you hurt if you so much as upset my sister. It’s only a matter of time until she sees through you. I hope for your sake it’s sooner rather than later.”
“Is that a threat, Martinez?”
“No, motherfucker. I will put a bullet in your fucking head without blinking an eye. That’s a threat. Stay away from Sophia, and start looking at my sister like she’s the only one you really want to fuck. You claim to love Amari, then fucking show me your worth.”
His chest heaved. The air was so thick between us he stepped back and away from me. Backing down like the pussy he was.
“I love your sister. I love her more than anything. Don’t misinterpret my concern for Sophia for something that it’s not. You don’t know me, Martinez. I know who you—”
“You don’t know shit about shit.”
“I know your sister is scared of you. How long do you think it’s going to take until Sophia is too?”
“Amari is scared of everything. That doesn’t mean shit to me. You let me worry about Sophia. You keep my father out of this. She is mine. Do you hear me? Mine. You don’t get to tell on me like a little puta, then walk away with your dick tucked between your legs for trying to be a boy scout.”
“For the last time, I didn’t say shit to your dad. Why do you automatically assume it’s me? I’m not the only one that knows,” he said, stepping toward me again.
I knew what he was insinuating, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. I gripped the front of his shirt, tugging him toward me. My face was now inches away from his.
“You have some brass fucking balls, throwing my sister in the line of fire to save your sorry ass. Amari wouldn’t betray me. Neither would my mother. It’s called loyalty, you fuck. You seem to lack that fucking trait.” I let go, glaring him up and down. “I won’t warn you again.”