However, I can’t say my interest isn’t piqued.
“What are you two going to do?” Matteo exhorts with a sneer. “Fuck each other in front of me? Because lemme tell you, that’s torture enough.”
Torin lifts an eyebrow but doesn’t bother glancing over at him. “See what I’ve been dealing with?”
He’s dealt with worse.
Tossing his book to the chair, Torin offers me his blunt. “Hold this for me, brother. I need both hands.”
I pluck it from his grasp and then watch him beeline toward De Leon on a mission.
“Oh, no,” Matteo taunts. “What’s the entitled little prince gonna do to me now?”
“Fight me,” Torin deadpans, stopping within two feet of him.
Meanwhile, Matteo gapes at him. “You want me to, what?”
My brother doesn’t repeat himself; it’s one of his pet peeves. Instead, he delivers a punch to De Leon’s face so hard it sends Bay’s ex stumbling back several steps.
But Torin knew what he was doing.
Matteo is quick to react, rushing him out of anger and not smarts. Torin is quick to get out of his way before he trips him up and sends De Leon to the floor.
“Motherfucker!” he roars, turning on his side to get up, but Torin delivers a few kicks to his gut and keeps going.
“This is how you did it, right?” Torin carps out furiously. “This is how you murdered mykid?”
De Leon tries his best to block the shots, but he never knows where Torin is going to land.
Stomach, chest, legs, and, not surprisingly, his junk.
“Time’s up for you, De Leon,” Torin announces sardonically. “That’s thelastfuckin’ time you touch my girl.”
He uppercuts Matteo with his foot, sending his head back, and that’s when Torin eases up a bit.
But not before circling him like the prey he is.
“You know, if you would’ve played your cards right, Bay would’ve stayed with you. It took me weeks to get her to break down and give me what I wanted. To the point where when she saw me, she came without me asking.”
Matteo groans, probably trying to get out some words, but he fails miserably through his pain.
“No, her voice isn’t that deep,” Torin mocks, getting to his haunches behind Matteo. “But you probably got the fake shit, huh? Her just mewling and pleading…for you to hurry up.”
De Leon growls, deep in his chest. “You’d like to think that, wouldn’t you?”
“Oh, it’s plain as day, friend. She can’t stand being within a hundred yards of you. In fact, she runs theotherway.”
“Brainwashed.”
Torin chuckles mirthlessly and smacks the back of Matteo’s head. “Right. Keep feeding yourself that line of bullshit.” He looks up to the men lining the room. “Get him up.”
A few of the Forsaken Crew immediately come to order, prying Matteo to his feet while The Nameless hang back.
“Give him a knife,” Torin commands, rolling his shoulders once while our men send him a confused glance. But it’s quickly recanted when one of the men provides De Leon with said weapon. “I need to make this even somehow, right, De Leon? You were never much of a fighter. I like to make it fair so you can go to sleep knowing without a doubt you aren’t shit.”
“I beat your ass in Shoreline Peaks just fine,puta.”
Torin gives him an unimpressed raise of his expression. “You had three other guys. And you landedonepunch.”
