Always acting like some innocent fucking freak who
would never switch pussies when he gets bored.
You’ll pay for this; I swear to u I won’t rest until I find u and fucking gut u until you’re nothing but blood and body parts. Not before I cut off ur fucking dick and feed it to u.
I’ll also find that Gemma bitch and tell her that her baby daddy is out there, lying and hurting other women for fucking kicks.
In case you didn’t get the memo, we’re fucking done. Piece of fucking shit.
I threw the phone on the bed after sending that last one, not even remembering what I typed out. I dropped to the edge of the bed, covering my face in my hands as I tried to tame my breathing, anger, and hurt.
“I’m so fucking stupid,” I whispered to myself. To think I wanted to ruin a mission that had been in play for more than six fucking years. For him.
I shook my head, replaying the day Gemma had come to his suite… he didn’t say anything, pretended he didn’t know her, but they were there together. I believed her lie, I trusted him.
“God, I’m such an idiot.” I dug my hand into my eyes, trying to hold back the sting.
I didn’t know how long I sat there, but I knew I was too ashamed to face Street. Not after knowing they knew I wasn’t good enough for Elio—and I was probably being played this whole time.
Even Angelo knew about Gemma.
“Fucking idiot,” I whispered, letting my eyes grow wet, unable to stop the emotions swirling around my chest.
Now I knew why Upper, Devil, and Dog had shared that look. They knew how bad it looked, they knew, and they probably pitied me.
Pitied the foolish girl.
I wasindeedfoolish—I dared to step out of my comfort zone because my heart had led me down the wrong path again.
Except this time, my anger wasn’t just anger. My heart thumped abnormally, each beat accompanied by hurt, loss, and disappointment. Feelings that made my limbs weak. How quickly I let myself fall for Elio—thinking he was possibly the sincerest man I’d ever meet when it came to relationships. I should have known better.
Trusting someone this much was something I strived hardnotto do.
The one time I decide to give in, I get cheated on. I still can’t believe it.
“I’m so stupid,” I whispered again.
The vibration from my phone got me out of my thoughts. Sluggishly, I flipped over the device.
My heart cut.
He was calling.
I watched it ring, wanting nothing more than to answer and hear what he had to say. But I couldn’t.
The call cut off, and the phone started vibrating almost immediately—his nickname flashing on the screen.
I declined the call and switched off my phone as I got to my feet, pocketed the device, and rushed out of the room.
Reaching the kitchen, the hushed conversations stopped when they spotted me.
That damned box was still on the table.
“We’re going to find the bitch.”
Devil sighed. “Maybe you shouldn’t jump right to conclusions. I know Elio; he would never hurt you like that.”
“Do you really know him? Is it written on the fucking forehead of every man to grace the earth, who would cheat and who wouldn’t?”
