Page 7 of Ruin
“When? Earlier tonight?” I peek around Antonio, laughing. “You said ‘no.’”
And I’m done being told ‘no.’
I yank the hoodie over Lexi’s head, trapping her inside like Tommy did to me. “He’s your problem now,” I snarl.
Angry that my jealousy is showing—freaked out that I’m jealous at all—I spin away from Tommy and his fucking amazing lips and stupid hypnotic eyes and bark at Antonio, “Take me home.”
Antonio catches up to me. Snaking his arm around my waist, he steers me toward the exit. He drops a kiss on my shoulder, and when I turn to scowl at him, I glance behind us in time to see Tommy watching us and Lexi watching him.
Tommy shakes his head at me slowly, warning me not to leave with Antonio.
Well, fuck him. If he doesn’t want me, he doesn’t get a say in what I do.
I grab Antonio by the back of the neck and pull him down to me, kissing him hard, swallowing the disgust rising in my throat.
When I pull back, he’s breathless, and I’m bored.
“Get me the fuck out of here.”
Without hesitation, he pulls me toward the elevator, kissing me hard until it arrives then shoving me inside. He slams into me, hands everywhere, his mouth hot and insistent. Hooking my leg around his waist, he grinds his hard cock against me.
His pupils are blown out when he pulls back, his breath coming heavy. “I fucking love you, Gigi. I want you so much. Fuck.”
It’s like the sun blasts through my drunken haze as his fingers probe my panties. “What the fuck?” I shove his chest and smack his hands away. “You love me? Are you fucking high? Jesus Christ.”
He’s red, embarrassed. “Don’t take it like that, Gigi. I just—”
“God damn it. I didn’t think I’d get this love con bullshit from you, Antonio.”
His embarrassment turns to anger. “Love con? I’m not—”
The elevator dings and the doors slide open. I push himout, scowling and fixing my dress.
“I’ll find another way home,” I snap as the doors slide shut and smack random buttons. I know Tommy has a suite here somewhere. I’m going to find him and handle this V-card business once and for all.
3
Tommy
The suite is dark and quiet except for the light bleeding through the curtains from the street outside. Every so often, the sky cracks open with the flare of a stray firework, throwing jagged light across the wreckage on the coffee table: empty bottles, overturned glasses, a half-crushed pack of cigarettes Vin left behind.
The edges of a headache are creeping in thanks to the bottle of whiskey I downed with Matti. It wasn’t enough to erase the image of Giovanna leaving with Tony the Motherfucking Hack.
Tony the Mother. Fucking. Hack. It’s a fucking curse, a slur.
I taste ash every time my brain replays him kissing my girl. Whenhekissedher, not when she kissed him. When she kissed him, it was a tantrum over Lexi kissing me. Hell, I like her tantrums. I’m going to enjoy punishing her for it at some point.
But when he kissed her, especially after I told him to stop? Makes me want to break his fucking neck.
It’s close to 3am, and before I can finish wondering why I’m awake, I hear fabric shifting on the couch next to me. I tense.
Lexi.
I’m not sure how to respond when Lexi raises her head and grins at me, bleary-eyed. The pale tangle of her curls is a mess, haloed in the dim light, and she’s wearing my hoodie. The hoodie I put on Giovanna before she—
Fuck. Stay present.
My throat tightens. “Why are you here?”
