“Why? Nothing you have to say means anything to me. Your opinions are lower than shit as far as I’m concerned, so go crawl back to whatever black hole you came out of and leave me the hell alone. You already got the girl. What else could you possibly want from me?”
“God, are you hearing yourself? You’re so fucking selfish.”
“Excuse me?” My hackles rise as he advances on me.
“You heard me. You’re selfish. All you’re thinking about is how this affects you.Woe is me.Poor Jordy didn’t get the girl. How sad.” He sneers. “Do you have any idea what Joaninha is dealing with right now?”
“Don’t act like you care—”
“I don’t. Not about you. But I care about her. I care about César.”
I bare my teeth. “Right. You care so much that—”
“That I went out of my way to talk to the last person I want in their lives. The one person who can take them away from me. Yeah, asshole. That’s how much I care, so shut the fuck up and listen.”
My jaw snaps shut at his words. I bite the inside of my cheek until I taste blood and wait for him to say whatever it is he came here to say. I’m in no mood to deal with this guy, but he doesn’t look like he’s going to leave until he says his peace.
“That girl has been through hell, and you don’t even know the half of it.”
“But you do? Is that it?” I shake my head. If this is some twisted ploy to—
“Shut up! God. You are so goddamn arrogant. Are you too fucking proud to see what you’re about to lose? Are all wolves this goddamn stubborn?”
My lip curls into a snarl. “I already lost her, or haven’t you heard?” I cock my head to the side. What’s this guy’s end game? Is he here to gloat? Does this little chat earn him brownie points or some shit? So he can go back to tell my girl that he put me in my place. Is that it?
“I can’t believe you’re this dense. That girllovesyou.”
My heart skips a beat before kicking back into overdrive, my wolf howling his joy. I mask my expression, refusing to let this fucker see just what hearing those words does to me.
I pop my knuckles. Maybe I will punch him after all. If he thinks he can come over here and dangle that shit in my face—lie to me about something so important and get away with it. Nah. Not fucking happening,cabrón.Not today.
I’m about to tell him exactly how I feel about what he’s doing, but he just keeps on talking, oblivious to the rage brewing inside me.
“You need to man up and fight for her.”
“She told me to back off,” I remind him, knowing full well he was eavesdropping when she and I spoke.
“Porca puttana!”he curses.
“What the hell does that mean?”
He glares at me. His eyes little more than slits. “For fuck’s sake,” he grinds out. “It’s Italian.”
“I don’t know if anyone told you, but you’re Asian.”
He stares up at the sky as if answers are going to fall from it.
“??, happy?”
Whatever he said sounded likejenjang.“Cool, you speak Italian and Chinese. Bravo. Are we showing off now?”
His jaw flexes.“I’m not Chinese, asshole. I’m half Korean, half Italian. Not Asian. Not Chinese.” He mutters something under his breath that is probably more swearing, not that I care. “Do you like being called Hispanic?”
My chest puffs up, but then I realize what he’s doing.Fucker.“Point made.”
He grunts.
“Look, I don’t have all day and you’re not exactly the company I want in my face right now so if you’ve got something else to say, get on with it.”
