“No, I see two assholes who hurt me.”
My stomach immediately drops a bit, but I don’t let her words deter me. I’m fully aware of what the fuck I did.
I don’t need the daily reminder.
Even though I fully deserve it.
“Only one loves you, Wildfire.”
Bay’s scowl doesn’t waver. “You don’t know shit about love, Pretty Boy. Just lust.”
“Is that what this is?” I cross my arms along my chest. “Because we’ve been through this before.”
“Before or after you tried to drown me?”
“You know why I did that.”
“And I told you Ididn’tdo it. Period.”
I know I have no right, but I still give her an unamused stare. “Are we forever going to be in this loop of you hating me and me trying to make it up to you?”
“Yes.”
My whole body lifts dismissively. “Fine with me. One day, you’ll break down and fuck me.”
If I didn’t think her scowl was something to consider, the one she has planted on her face delivers a warning she’s ten seconds away from losing her shit.
It’s better than her lying in bed, depressed and blaming herself for what happened with the baby.
“Let’s make something clear here,” she maneuvers, crossing her legs Indian-style. “There’s not?—”
“I’ve heard this before.”
“And you’re going to keep hearing it. Don’t start getting delusional, Pretty Boy. This is where you and me end.”
“You chosemeover Emilio. Don’t think I forgot that shit.”
“I did it for Reeve and Cairo. Not you.”
“Bullshit.”
She smirks like a fuckhead. “Believe whatever you want. I can’t trust you.”
“You can trust me just fine,” I retort evenly. “You just don’t want to, and that’s fair. I fucked up. I could’ve killed you. Iwantedto kill you, Wildfire. There was nothing I wanted more than to avenge my brother’s death and the role I thought you played. But even then…eventhen I couldn’t pull the damn trigger on it. Why do you think that is?”
“I don’t give a fuck.”
“Mhm.” There’s no use going back and forth. I know what she wants, and I have it. She wants Matteo, and Bay will have to come to me for him. “I’ll send Ozzy in to make sure you eat. Have a good night?—”
“Where is Matteo?”
“That’s a gift.”
“I want it.”
“I want you,” I retort seriously. “But that’s going to take some time, isn’t it?” She opens her mouth to probably tell me how much of a fuck-twat I am, but I cut in with, “You handed me over South Shore. Don’t get it fucked up that I don’t see what you did. You trust me, Bay. In some small capacity, you know I wouldn’t fuck this up for you.”
“There was no one else around.”
