Page 21 of A Treasure To Keep
“I’ve never been more sober in my fucking life. Now move.” Marco shoves me out of the way, taking long strides through the apartment as he searches for Andrea and my bedroom.
“You psycho dumbass. Get the fuck out!” When I catch up to Marco, he’s standing in the doorway of our bedroom, noticing Andrea’s naked body, then the cake, before turning to me.
“What’s the cake for?” Confusion appears on his face, convincing me that his brain may short-circuit.
“It doesn’t fucking matter. Get out!” He shoves my hand away when I grab his arm, hoping to drag him out of the apartment. Like I’d be able to do that. He’s monstrous compared to my petite height.
He swings toward me and points his finger in my face. “You want to call me a piece of shit? I’ll show you how fucking wrong you are. I’ll show both of you how perfect this can be.”
He stalks into the room, hungrily staring at Andrea. He stops several feet from the bed and stares at him, hesitation in Andrea’s eyes as he puts together what happened at the wedding before Marco speaks again. “Get on your fucking knees, Andrea.”
Chapter 22
Marco
Alessandro and Luci’s reception has come to an end, and I can hear them fucking from the opposite side of the house from my office. Everything was going fine until that fight with El. My cheek still tingles from her slap. I let the sting settle through my teeth and jaw while I ignore the need to soothe the skin by rubbing it. None of the words I said to her were a lie, even if most of it was to piss her off intentionally.
I keep replaying the argument in my head, especially the words that led to that slap. The last thing I intended to do was insult either of them. I’m not a hateful person, regardless of how much I pick on El. Those words, on the other hand? They stung. If only I could admit how I’ve felt, how torn I’ve been since Andrea sucked me off over a year ago.
I need to get out of this house and go somewhere. Where would I go? A bar? The gambling room? Their apartment? “Fuck it.”
I swipe my keys from my desk, the destination undecided as I storm through the house, annoyed with the obnoxiously loud fucking coming from Alessandro’s office.
I get to my truck when a signature red car rolls through the gate. When she exits her car, the scent of her perfume and the red lipstick that matches her car are obvious from twenty feet away. When did she decide the color red and being slutty were going to be her main personality traits?
“Well. Well. Well. Look who it is.” I need to talk to the staff about letting her on the property.
“What the fuck do you want, Gabby?” I haven’t seen her since the night I fucked her while drunk, screaming El and Andrea’s names when I came.
“I was at the bar the other night and met one of the new security guys. We’re going out tonight, and he told me to meet him here after the wedding. But in the meantime.” She walks up to me, long nails dragging down the front of my shirt as her dark, lustful eyes practically burn a hole through my face.
“Fuck off, Gabby. Screw whoever you want. Remember this, though: if you give any of my men another STD, I’ll have Dr. Rossi sew your cunt together.” She clenches her teeth, pissed that I’m mentioning that. Again. I jump in my truck, slamming the door as I race away from the house while she yells.
“You don’t know if I spread it! I could have been the victim here!” She always plays the victim.
I drive around mindlessly, still clueless about where I’m going and when I’ll get there. The fight with El still rings louder in my head.
“All of this brings me back to my initial point. Don’t you think it's strange that you two both need another man to help please each other? Is he not enough for you? Or are you not enough for him?”
“What the fuck does that mean?”
“You heard me. Or did those ears stop working?”
“You piece of shit!”
I finally rub the tender skin on my cheek. Immediately, I make a rash decision about where I’m going. Is this a bad idea? Probably. Am I still making the dumbass decision? Absolutely.
I slam my truck in park when I pull up to Andrea and El’s apartment building, skipping the elevator to take the stairs. I don’t stop until I reach their door, knocking louder than necessary. Neither of them answers the first few times I knock on the door. El’s car is out front, indicating they’re in that apartment somewhere.
I pound on the door louder, determined to piss them off. “Open the fucking door!”
Silence. More and more silence. If it lasts too long, I’ll break this goddamn door down. “I’m not leaving. Stop ignoring me.”
A woman opens the door in the apartment next to them, peeking her head out. Nosy bitch. “What the fuck could you want?” Her mouth opens, blinking several times before backing into her apartment, audibly locking the door behind her.
I continue pounding on the door until a pissed-off El answers the door, wearing a silk robe. I’m convinced I’ve intercepted something, hence the robe and the delay in answering the door. “Are you fucking high? I should castrate you!”
“I’ve never been more sober in my fucking life. Now move.” I shove past El, her screaming as I search for their bedroom. Suddenly, I freeze when I see Andrea naked and a partially eaten cake on the bed. “What’s the cake for?”