“Why’d she bring him here, dad?”
“Not now,” he responds.
“He shot him?” I need to know. What the fuck happened?
“No,” He responds. “They got here right after. It was a hit, definitely one of his, but it seems like he was trying to warn us.”
“You believe that?” I huff.
“I don’t know what I believe.”
Yeah, neither do I.
There's blood on the sleeve of my white shirt. I dab at it uselessly, it’s not going anywhere. I knock on the door again, begging for Annue to answer. Then I dab at the blood again.
It’s like a ritual for me. Blood. Door. Blood. Door. Annie.
If I continue doing this it will keep all the feelings at bay. All of the turmoil going through my head. Everything threatening to break me won’t happen. As long as I keep with this ritual.
It makes no sense, but it’s all I have at this moment.
“Gio?” Her voice is angelic, even when her face clearly shows that she doesn’t want to see me. “Are you bleeding?”
I look down at the blood on my shirt. Is it mine? Is it Gian’s? Is it someone else's?
“Come inside.” She touched my arm, it feels electric. Even just the feelings of her hand on my shoulder as she leads me into her apartment and to the couch is soothing.
“Stay there,” she instructs. “I’ll get a washcloth.”
I obey. My head can’t come up with anything better to do even if I wanted to. She’s back in seconds, unbuttoning the shirt and checking for cuts.
“You’re okay.” She sounds relieved. Is she relieved? “Just a few scratches.” She wipes at the blood on me with a wet cloth.
“What happened?” The question comes out as a whisper.
I look at her now, her ocean blue eyes are filled with worry. She must’ve tied back her hair when she went to get the washcloth. She’s wearing short pink pajama shorts and an old East Providence high school t-shirt.
I squeeze my eyes shut. I need to bring myself back to reality, back to my body. When I open them, Annie is still here, Gian is in the hospital, and Gemma is god-knows-where.
“Someone shot my brother.”
Her face changes quickly showing me a panicked look. “Is he okay? Where is he?”
“Yeah,” I scrub a hand down my face. “He’s fine, he’s at the hospital getting stitched up. My dad is with him.”
“Okay.” She exhales a rush of air. “What happened?”
I meet her eyes again. “Do you really want to know?”
Her breath is sharp as she thinks it over. “Yes.” she finally answers, nearly a whisper.
I inhale deeply, I want to tell her the whole story. Everything that led to this that I’ve never told a soul. “Gemma met this guy in college, her senior year. Dude was a prick.” I rest my elbows on my knees and lean into my hands. “So she’s hanging out with him and then one night he slips something into her drink.”
Annie’s mouth pops opening into an O with a gasp, but she lets me continue.
“He didn’t get to do whatever he planned, she had friends who figured it out and got her home.”
“Thank god.” Annie exhaled the breath she’d been holding.
“Gemma told us a week later. She was embarrassed. I wanted to fucking kill him on the spot.” I turn to face Annie. “That’s what I do for the people I love, ya know? I kill for them. But this kid, he has a fancy rich father. So he makes everything go away, even my dad can’t get charges brought up against the prick. It probably doesn’t help that cops don’t like our family, and they seem to love the Pearces.”
“What did you do?” Annie asks.
“I didn’t kill him if that’s what you’re thinking.” Her face tells me it was. She’s realizing the type of person I am. The type of monster.
“I wasn’t-”
“It’s fine.” I wave a hand. “We didn’t go after him. But, Gemma’s seeing a different guy now. She thinks it’s love, but it’s not. She just…” I sigh. “She just can’t pick ‘em.”
“How do you know?”
I eye her. “I know. I know this guy, it’s not possible.” Annie looks at me with disbelief. “I was right too,” I add. “It was one of his guys who shot Gian.”
“Oh,” she mouthed. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s not your fault.” She looks so perfect here in front of me. Even in her pajamas with her hair pulled up and no makeup, she’s absolutely fucking perfect.”Can you help me forget for a minute?”
She looks confused for a second before the recognition sinks in. “I’m still upset.” she tells me.
“I know.” I lean in closer. “Can we forget together?”
Her actions answer me. She leans in and presses her cherry pink lips to mine. I deepened the kiss with brutal force, nipping at her lips. I lift her and position her so she’s straddling me on the couch. With one hand I pull the t-shirt over her head. She has on a lacy pink bralette that does just enough to lift her perfect breasts. I free one, using my hand to guide it to my mouth, sucking her nipple hard enough to make her moan while her hips grind on my cock.
I guide her shorts and panties down and off her legs so I can have unlimited access to her sweet pussy. Using my finger I stroke her folds, finding her wet and ready for me. My little thief is always ready for me.
She runs her soft hands down my abdomen, tracing the outline of my muscles until she reaches the top of my pants. Eagerly, she undoes my buttons and frees my cock. I hook my arms around her waist and guide her onto my length.
Her wet heat feels like heaven
