“I don’t care about him,” he says, hands drifting higher before settling around Jason’s neck. “As you once said, he’s just a kid I played house with.”
“What are you playing at?”
Aoi presses his forehead against Jason’s. “Wanting him was a mistake. You were right.”
Jason glances between me and the divinity he’s soiling with his hands. “You want me to believe you forgave me this fast?”
“I didn’t say I forgave you,” he counters. “But I admit you were right about us, I just needed time to see it. You’re my only family, J. I still resent you and I might never fully forgive you, but my love for you outweighs your mistakes.”
Jason’s hand flexes over Aoi’s waist and tugs him closer to him. Their torsos touch and Aoi smiles.
He fucking smiles.
What the fuck is he doing? How can he try to seduce this bastard in front of me as if I were a maggot crawling on the floor? If he’s pretending, he’s doing one hell of a fucking job because he barely spares me a glance and when he does, his eyes are cold.
As cold as the night we met.
“Get your fucking hands off him,” I grit out.
If I weren’t chained to this goddamn floor, I would have already busted his arrogant face to a pulp.
Jason smirks and covers one of Aoi’s hands with his own, then violently spins him around. He lets out a surprised gasp that’s quickly swallowed up by Jason’s lips. His mouth is on Aoi’s for a long minute, kissing and biting it until he pulls away, satisfied.
“As you can see, Lacroix,” he muses, like the cocky bastard he is, and presses his lips against Aoi’s neck, “he chose me.”
Those dark blue eyes watch me as Jason’s mouth tastes his neck and his lashes flutter shut, relishing the moment.
What the actual fuck. I can’t believe it. Aoi would never willingly choose that son of a bitch over me. I know he hates me but there’s no way he’d still choosehim.
“Aoi! What the fuck are you doing? He’s forcing you, isn’t he? Why would you go along with his bullshit?” My fists clench against the metal restraints.
Jason stops his enjoyment of Aoi’s soft skin and glances down at me. “Looks like it’s game over for you, but before we end this whole affair,” he looks at Aoi still in his arms, “prove your faith.”
Aoi scoffs. “Thanks for the trust.”
“Can you blame me? I know you far too well, and I know how much you care for this brat.”
“I’m going to make this clear once and for all. I loved Visha, that’s true. He was like family to me and then I had the shit luck of falling in love with him,” he says, and Jason’s grip on him tightens viciously. “But he betrayed me and lied to me. His actions were enough to dissipate the fleeting feelings I once felt for him.”
Jason eyes him suspiciously, unconvinced.
I hate this. I don’t believe he actually means a single word. He told me he loved me. I know he’s angry that I deceived him, but he loves me. That much still has to be real.
I want to smash that blonde cunt’s face into the concrete and rip off his hands for daring to taint my Aoi’s body.
Jason pulls out a gun and points it at me.
Aoi’s eyes widen. “What are you doing?”
“I’m asking for proof and you’re going to deliver.” He throws Aoi the gun and he catches it.
His emotions dance like waves in his eyes, this time he can’t hide anything behind that act. He glances at the weapon in his palms and swallows.
“Go on. Shoot him.”
Aoi glares at him in disbelief and anger. He shoves him off and grabs his collar. “I want you. Only. Fucking. You. I don’t want to shoot anyone. Not because it’s him, but because I don’t want to ever hurt anyone. You know me.”
Jason gently pushes Aoi’s hands away from his collar and arrogantly laughs. “I’ll clean everything up later. Don’t worry, my dear. There won’t be any legal repercussions.” He offers Aoi a cocky wink, but we see the cruelty hiding underneath. “Shoot him.”
