Page 94 of Driftwood Daffodil 2

“Enjoy your run, Little Brother?”

We both turned to see Romeo standing at the end of the wrap around porch.

Carissa frantically pulled my hand away from her cunt, as if Romeo hadn’t already seen what was going on.

Grumbling under my breath, I released her neck and took a step back. “It was fine.”

“I can see that.” Romeo lit up a cigarette and leaned against the side of the house.

Carissa shot me a look then quickly smoothed down the skirt of her dress. “Gio and I were just talking.”

I rolled my eyes. That was the best she could come up with?

“Uh huh.” Romeo blew out a cloud of smoke. “Must’ve been an engaging conversation.”

We both knew what he meant. Carissa was an idiot if she thought he didn’t know what was going on. While I was thankful for the interruption, I tired of Romeo sticking his nose in my business. What right did he have to suddenly play the brother role?

He looked at her, she looked at me, and I just wanted them both to leave.

After a few seconds, Carissa cleared her throat. “I should go and find my husband.”

“You do that.” Romeo said. “Oh and Carissa,” he called out when she turned to leave. “If you come near my brother again, my father will be the least of your worries.”

Carissa remained quiet, but I noticed the stutter in her step when she walked away.

I watched her leave then turned to glare at my brother. “I don’t need your help.”

“Is that why you had your fingers in her cunt?”

“What I do with my fingers is none of your business.”

“It is when it Carissa Barone is involved. She’s bad news Little Brother.”

So he kept saying. Romeo was such a hypocrite.

“You had no problem going down that road.”

“I fucked her twice.” His brow arched. “How many times did you fuck her?”

A lot more than twice.

I forced down the lump of guilt rising in my throat. If Romeo hadn’t shown up, then I might’ve fucked her again. And why? So I could prove a point. Was my desire really that wrong?

“What would you have done if Dom walked out here instead of me?”

“I’d have told him to fuck his wife better.” If Carissa was satisfied then she wouldn’t go looking elsewhere.

“Is that what you’ll tell Darry? That his father should’ve fucked his mother better?”

I grit my teeth against the ache rising in my chest. “Darry will never find out.”

“Yes he will.” Romeo let out a breath and flicked the ash off his cigarette. “You’ll tell him.”

“Why the fuck would I do that?”

“You’re a lot of things Little Brother, a liar isn’t one of them.”

The past four years would argue with that statement.

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