Page 30 of Hostile Devil
“You bet there is. You won’t be in one piece for long, motherfucker.” There’s the thing about my brother, he always says it like it is.
“Right. The video of me and India. I know where this is going, Dré. Can we focus on business first, then you can throw a temper tantrum over India?”
“You fucked her, Giovanni.” André bites out. “You fucked lndy and now she thinks she’s in love with you. What the hell did you play with the kid for? I trusted you to look after her… not take her virginity and screw her heart.”
“Wake up, Dré. She’s an adult.” My temper sparks. “India is all woman and knows exactly what she wants.”
“Don’t… don’t even make me think of her like that. She used to sit on my lap, for fuck’s sake.”
My lungs tighten, the curved walls next to me closing in. “Are you jealous that she sits on my lap now and fucking loves it? Is that what this is?” My blood is seething, but I let out a self-satisfied grin he can’t see.
“I’m going to knock your teeth out of your smug face, Gio. She actually thinks you care about her.”
“I do care about her.” I counter. “It’s not like I planned for it to happen. Something changed. I like having her around.”
His grunt of disapproval shoots my hackles up. “Don’t give me that bullshit, brother. You’re dead inside where women are concerned. All you like is having a young pussy to play with.”
“Well… it is the best pussy I’ve ever had,” I taunt. “She’sthe best I’ve ever had. And don’t ever underestimate what I’d do for the woman.”
She’s mine now, brother.
“Don’t, Giovanni.” He warns me.
“It’s those skimpy little shorts she wore to bed. The ones that rose high enough to see the smooth seam of her tight ass and led my eyes to her sweet cunt when I pulled back the sheets.” I feel myself growing full and hard. “The girl knows how to tease.”
“I’ll fucking kill you,” he fires back. “Don’t think I won’t.”
“Just like Papá, huh?” I grit through my teeth and choke the phone in my hand. “I think you’re angry because you wanted her too, and even thought about sharing her around like all your other toys you had. But that sweet cunt of hers is drenched only forme. India chosemydick to worship. She willingly drops to her knees for me and me alone. I claimed her and I’ll always be her first. This time, I won’t toss her across the mattress for you to take your turn.”
My stomach churns, and I swallow back my anger. I’m only goading him, so he backs the fuck off what’s mine.
We had our fun over the years. Even fucked the same women at the same time. Lined up greedy girls next to each other in bed. Him watching me pound into horny bitches who begged for it and me smirking at his imaginative positions.
That was us––twins who’d fuck together and die for each other. And then Papá gradually built a wedge between us.
I’d fought it as much as I could and showed up in Miami to be with him whenever the opportunity came around. Then Leo came along, and something had to give.
“What the fuck?” André growls, becoming more and more irate.
“You’re a hypocrite, Dré.” I ball my fist. “We’re brothers. I’m a fucking Souza. Yet I’m not good enough for her?”
“Oh, this has nothing to do with being a Souza.” André laughs darkly. “If it were Mat? Yeah, I’d pop open the champagne,” he sneers. “Do you know she fancies him? I used to laugh when he spoke to her and her pretty little cheeks would burn. I bet she got all hot in places she never knew could tingle.”
Stop. Don’t say another word.
“I even overheard her talking to her girlfriends about how much she wanted him to be her first. That he was her dream guy. You know how popular Mat is with girls. He only had to walk into the room, smile at her, and the kid would stop breathing. Whereas you––when you walked in, she’d didn’t––”
“That doesn't matter anymore.” I cut him off, my muscles braced. If André was with me right now, I’d have him in a chokehold. “India belongs to me now.”
I don’t think I’ve ever known jealousy or felt it twist my gut like this. Back on Sin Island, she’d mentioned Matheus and called him hot––the fun one. I’d brushed it off and ignored the odd pang in my chest. But now my chest aches and my mind is out of control.
“You have nothing to offer India, other than lonely nights and lost days in a house you’re never in. All you care about is getting the job done, even now, with Papá gone. Does she even know you’re alive?”
“Of course she does. I reached out to her before anyone else.”
“How noble of you.” He mocks. “Are you with her now?”
“No.” I grab the remote control and flick through the surveillance cameras located throughout Blackwater to find her. “She’s at my home. It’s the safest place for her.”
