I scrolled, finding the kind of evidence that Cosette talked about in her angry monologue earlier, and I finally found it.
Her telling Eli about Siege being the mole.
Her picture of the faux black eye that she did on her face with makeup.
“Fucking hell. This girl is vile.”
I handed Siege the tablet for him to see, and he shook his head, letting out a heavy sigh as he did.
“I remember how little vixen was in so much distress when she found out that Eli was hurting Andy. This girl does not deserve Cosette one bit,” he said with so much danger in his tone that I hoped for Andy’s sake that she wasn’t at Nero’s right now.
Not that we’ll ever hurt the girl.
We enjoy seeing her squirm, though.
With a click, I pulled on the door handle, and Siege followed close behind as we got out of the car and went across the street toward the Combs’ residence.
Siege knocked on the door, and to our shock, instead of Nero, his mother opened it with a warm smile.
What’s even more surprising was that she didn’t even question us, immediately calling for her son.
“Honey! Two of your teammates are here!”
I exchanged glances with Siege, and I could see that we both scanned each other’s torsos. Fair assumption. We really did look like football players.
Nero came to the door with a confused expression, probably not expecting a visit from his teammates, but as soon as he saw us, his face hardened. I swear his eyes looked slightly darker.
“I got it, mom. Thanks,” he said to the nice-looking lady, and she patted Nero’s bicep before going back further into the house.
“Hey,” Siege started so casually, just as Nero cut him off rudely with his, “What the fuck are you doing here? You are not to touch my mom.”
Boy, this guy is really pissing me the fuck off.
To assume we would threaten his mom’s life or something?
“Man, fuck this guy. Let’s go,” I told Siege, already turning back towards Cosette’s house. I really need to hold her or fuck her or something because I was getting into a bad fucking mood really fast.
Siege stopped me with an arm around my shoulder, though, effectively stopping me from leaving. “Bro. Seriously. Let’s all just talk, okay? We have proof that will prove that Cosette is telling the truth,” he said, reasoning with the jock-ass.
Wait til I tell Cosette that pun. I’m sure she’s going to laugh one of those cute laughs that she has.
Nero looked at Siege with a firm gaze, not backing down, but I knew that if he wasn’t continuing to close the door on our faces, it intrigued him.
Siege handed him the iPad, the screen already conveniently showing the part of Andy and Eli’s messaging thread about ratting Siege out, and the damndest evidence, her selfie of her darkened eye, posing with a makeup brush.
Nero’s nostrils flared as he continued reading, and his shoulders slackened as he dropped the hand where he held the iPad beside him. “Son of a bitch,” he cursed to himself, and I just knew a bunch of emotions were swirling in him.
That’s right, dumbass. You hurt our girl for no reason.
“Is Cosette home? I want to apologize,” he said, sounding so defeated as he handed Siege back the tablet.
I couldn’t stop a scoff from escaping me, shaking my head.
“That’s it? You hurt her, and you just get to saunter in there and say sorry? We all know she would just take it and all will be dandy again,” I said, and even the newly-nice Siege nodded, puckering his lips like he agreed to what I said.
“So? What the fuck are you suggesting?” Nero asked, the darkness in his eyes back again in a challenge. He may have a soft spot for the sweetheart across the street, but not for us, apparently.
I looked at Siege, pushing him off so he’d drop his arm around me since I wasn’t planning to make a move to leave anymore. “What do you think, brother?” I asked, wondering what we could do to make this a little harder for Nero.
