Page 13 of The Destruction You Desire

"Tell me he didn't touch you. Tell me he didn't take what's mine."

She shakes her head, her brows pulling together. "N-no, he—"

"Luca. Peyton. Open the door," a familiar, angry voice demands through the door.

"Fuck off, Legend," I bark. "This has nothing to do with you." I hold Peyton's eyes and I can't miss the relief that floods them that she's being rescued by that prick.

"No fucking chance," he shouts before there's a loud bang and the door rattles on its hinges.

"Fuck," I bark, acting on impulse and slamming my lips down on hers.

The second time he rams the door behind us, the lock gives way and he crashes into the room.

"Luca you need to—" Letty's concerned voice is cut off when she finds Peyton's hands wrapped around my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin as she kisses me back almost as fiercely as I do her.

Reaching down, I lift her so she has no choice but to wrap her legs around my waist, her tight dress riding up her thighs and exposing her ass for me.

"Stay out of my fucking business," I bark as I spin her away from the wall and holding Kane's eyes before drilling them into Letty as well. "This has fuck all to do with either of you."

Without waiting for a response, I march out of the bathroom and down to the quietest end of the hall.

"Peyton?" I ask when I stop, noticing that she's deadweight in my arms. "P, baby?"

Shifting her around so she's cradled in my arms, I look down at her sleeping face.

"Jesus fucking Christ, baby."

We get more than a few curious glances as I walk down the stairs with her in my arms. I could probably make use of one of the bedrooms in this place, but like hell is that going to happen. The only place she's sleeping tonight is in my bed. It's where she should have been last weekend. It's time to make up for that.

We're almost out of the house by the time someone alerts Leon to what's going on and he comes running up behind us.

"Luca, what the hell are you playing at?" I spin around.

"Nothing. I'm playing at fucking nothing. You need to stay away from her."

"Fucking hell, bro," he mutters, scrubbing his hand down his face. "You have no fucking clue, do you?"

"She's passed out. I'm taking her home."

"By home, I really hope you mean her home and not locking her up somewhere to torture her again."

"I'm pretty sure she enjoyed every second of last weekend."

"You're a jerk."

"You're the one who's fucking clueless, bro. You have no idea what the hell is going on here."

"Maybe you should tell me then."

I chuckle at him as memories from earlier today flicker through my mind.

"You'll regret suggesting that when I do tell you."

His brow creases in confusion.

"How about you put less time into worrying about me and go and try to get laid, huh?" I ask, turning my back on him and walking across the front yard with Peyton still in my arms.

The walk home is quick and the fresh air is enough to clear my head somewhat.