“She’s my sister—” “I’m his sister—” America and I speak over each other; voices tangled in awkward panic.
He rolls off to the side, leaving me fully exposed—my sister now with a front-row seat to my very aroused cock.
Thankfully, the lighting is dim. Just a sliver of moonlight cuts across the room.
That is, until…
Click.
Erica flicks the switch, and suddenly the entire goddamn room lights up like a football stadium.
“Get out of my room!” I snap, completely losing my cool.
But her green eyes are trained… not on me… but on him. “Hello, Gabriel,” she purrs, all warm and sugary sweet.
I shiver.
Then look at her face. That smile. Yeah, I know that smile.Verywell. Shit’s about to hit the fan.
“Have to say, your dick still looks amazing,” she adds, practically cooing. “Some things never change.”
I gasp, almost choking on my breath. “What the hell are you talking about?”
I whip my head toward her—then back to Gabriel, who’s scrambling for the sheet, suddenly frantic to cover himself.
“What is she talking about?” I demand. “You slept with mysister?”
His eyes flick up to hers. “Mimi…” he starts, voice caught somewhere between regret and panic.
What the actual fuck?
“That’s not even her name!” I shout. “Her name isAmerica!”
That jars both of them.
Gabriel drags a hand through his hair, clearly one breath away from a breakdown. Then his head drops forward, and he growls. “This fucking bitch is your sister?”
What? I mean… just…what?
Their conversation continues like I’m not even in the goddamn room.
“How’s my daughter, Gabriel?” my sister asks, cool and calm.
My head snaps toward her so fast I see stars.
“You have a daughter?“You. Have. A. Daughter?”
I repeat it, not for answers, but to hear something over the chaos in my head. Because it’s loud again. Pissed. Angry. Betrayed.Screaming.
“Stay away from her, Mimi,” Gabriel warns, voice shaking with rage. “I swear to God, if you come near my family—Alex, Emilee, Elijah,any of them—I will hurt you.”
Her eyes barely flicker. Still locked on Gabriel. Still. Ice-cold.
“Alex?!” I shout, turning on her. “Alex?!”
Just hearing his name again is like gasoline to an open flame.
My sister doesn’t flinch. She just keeps going—hit after hit—aimed right at Gabriel.
