Page 201 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

Warning bells sound in the recesses of my mind.

“Is that what you’re really worried about right now? What my brother will think?” I sit straight up, gripping his bedsheet in my fists. I just basically told my parents to go fuck themselves, that I choose Eli over all, and he’s worried about Nate’s reaction?

That’s his big concern? The fucking club?

Not me?

I just gave him my virginity! My whole self! I would have walked to the ends of the Earth to be with him if he asked!

Now I get why he didn’t.

Eli shrugs. “Well, the club comes first, right? I don’t want him to think my loyalty is in question just because we’re together.”

My eyes widen and all at once, the tears are forgotten. “So, you told me you loved me and got me into bed. Now, you’re afraid my parents are going to blow the whistle on us and compromise your future with the club?”

“Wait,” he says, also sitting up. “You’re twisting this all around. I’m just saying that I don’t want Nate to?—”

“Oh, no, I hear exactly what you’re saying. And not saying, by the way.” I jump out of the bed and start pulling on my hastily discarded clothes. “I told you I loved you. I chose you! Over my family!”

“I never asked you to choose,” he says in a small voice.

“So is that supposed to mean you’d have chosen differently if push came to shove?” My pulse rockets with each passing second and my throat is so tight, I can barely breathe right now. He doesn’t respond, but the look on his face speaks volumes.

I throw my head back and let out a dry laugh. “I can’t believe what an idiot I was! What I gave up for you!”

“Jae, you’re making this into more than it is. All I was saying is that I don’t want there to be static between me and Nate!”

“Well, don’t worry about that. I can assure you that static between you and me will be much more damaging!” I twist around the room, searching for something, anything to hurl at his head. I grab the television remote and fling it at him. It narrowly misses his head and crashes against the wall behind him. “Thank you for an amazing night. It’s one I will never forget,” I say, sarcasm dripping from my words.

“Jaelyn!” he says again, rolling out of the bed and rushing after me. He reaches out to grab my wrist as I pull on my boots and I stare at his fingers for a split second before I use my other fist to launch a punch straight at his nose.

He groans, doubling over as he tries to catch the blood with his hand. “You’re a fucking crazy bitch, do you know that?”

I smirk at him, flinging my handbag over my shoulder and flipping him off as I pull open the door to his apartment. “Yes, so I’ve heard.”

“Jae,” Eli rasps, chasing me as I stomp over the threshold. “Please don’t tell Na?—”

But I don’t let him finish his pathetic plea before I slam the door in his dumbass face.

The most book-smart guy I know is also the most fucking stupid one.

I don’t bother to wait for the elevator. I fly down the stairs, trying to put as much distance between us as possible before angry tears spring to my eyes.

My first love.

Ha!

What a fucking joke!

My skin crawls, like tiny spiders are creeping up and down my legs and arms. Bile rises in my throat as I rub my hands up and down my sleeves, trying to squash the sense of impending dread that immersed me right when Eli’s priorities became painfully clear.

But I loved him!

I run down the last flight of stairs and explode out of the building, collapsing against the brick wall next to the entryway before I allow the sobs to quake my body. And dammit, I hate every tear that falls from my eyes. This isn’t me. I’m not this girl!

Or am I?

I clench my fists, gritting my teeth as I swipe a hand under my eyes.

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