The bathroom was empty.
I gritted my teeth and briefly looked into the other rooms in this hallway, spinning around when she still hadn’t come out after I yelled her name. Was she that pissed at me? Did she really not want to see me? She would surely let me explain, right?
“Where the fuck is she?” I growled, shoving my brother into the wall. “Huh?”
“Who?”
“Athena!”
“Oh, her.”
Before I could stop myself, I slammed my fist into the side of his face. He stumbled back against the wall and swiped the corner of his lip with his thumb, wiping away the blood. He stared back at me through hooded eyes, his pearly-white teeth covered in blood.
“You like her that much?” Derek hummed. “I can tell you that she doesn’t feel the same.”
“Shut up,” I snarled. “Where is she?”
“She cried in my arms when I picked her up off the street like the dirty whore she is.”
I hit him again, this time so hard that he fell to the ground. And when he opened that stupid fucking mouth again, I dropped to my knees, grabbed two handfuls of his hair, and slammed his head on the floor.
And all that fucker did was laugh.
“Next time I see her, I’m going to fuck her until she screams for me to stop.”
Slam.
“I bet her pussy is tight as fuck if you’re this obsessed with her.”
Slam.
“You wish she loved you like you do her.”
After another slam, the pink-haired bitch got between us and pushed me back. I held back my fist because I wasn’t going to hit her and get thrown in jail—I really wouldn’t find Athena then—and stood.
“Relax,” she said. “Who are you looking for?”
“The girl he just had over,” I growled.
She helped Derek to his feet, but he pushed her away. After rolling her eyes, she shook her head and walked to the couch, grabbing a pack of cigarettes.
“Sweet girl,” the pink-haired girl said, opening up the door to the balcony and lighting up a cigarette. She puffed on it and blew it out the door, drawing her silky purple robe together. “Don’t know where she ran off to though.”
“So, she was here?” I asked, cutting my gaze to my brother.
Derek raised his hands, as if he had done nothing wrong, and I stared at him for a few more moments to figure him out. He liked Athena, and if he had her alone, of course he would try to do something with her.
He wouldn’t have brought her all the way here and not made a move.
Once I finally broke my glare, I stormed to every single room in his apartment, yanking open all the closet doors, looking underneath all the beds, pulling out all his shit to see where he had hidden her.
She had to be fucking here.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Derek shouted, following me around, but not attempting to stop me. He might’ve been my older brother, but he knew I would kick his ass if I found her here. “I already told you that she’s not here.”
“Where did she go?!”
“She left.” Derek shook his head. “Why don’t you fucking believe me?”
