Page 87 of Ruin
“Gi.” I’m not going to fight with her in front of Antonio, but I will get her out of his fucking jacket myself if she doesn’t fucking move.
Gi gives me her fake smile, the one that doesn’t touch her eyes. “Don’t be rude, Tommy.”
I’mrude? She’s drunk with some douchebag she used to date, andI’mbeing rude?!
“That’s right!” Lexi chimes in, drunk as fuck. “Antonio saved her from some dipshit groping her on the dance floor. Beat his ass and sent him home. You should thank him.”
I dart a glance at Lexi, who is looking very proud of herself, then back at Giovanna. Some guy had his hands on her? And she didn’t call me?
I scan her body the best I can and stop cold on a red mark staining her neck. “Did he do that?”
She flinches, fingertips brushing her throat, and glances at Antonio, embarrassed. That look is gasoline to my fire. She’s worried about whathethinks? Unless—
“Or didhedo that?” I snarl, turning my attention to Antonio, whose grin twists into a scowl as he leans forward.
“No!” Giovanna stands abruptly, knocking the table. She places her hand on my arm, and like always, every cell in my body wakes up at her touch, but I continue staring Antonio down. “No, Tommy. He helped me out. We haven’t been up here long. Right, Antonio?”
I practically growl at the sound of her voice saying his name. I want to kill this motherfucker. I thought fucking my woman while he watched was enough to put him in his place, but apparently he still wants his ass kicked.
Giovanna shrugs off his jacket and hands it to him, then grabs the side of her dress. I turn her, see a rip bigger thanmy hand that shows her ass. She flushes red under my gaze, pinching the fabric together, but she stays focused on him.
“Antonio, thank you again. Really. I’m sure when Tommy realizes the situation and calms down, he’ll thank you too.”
“Yeah, I bet,” snorts Lexi.
Gi presses her palm into my chest and pushes me with all her weight. I don’t budge. She keeps smiling that brittle smile, but her hazel eyes are sparking like flint against steel.
Fine.
I turn on my heel and start walking, but when I don’t feel her behind me, I turn back in time to see her mouth “thank you” to Lexi and Lexi blow her a kiss. Okay, so Lexi gets her real smile. Great.
I wait for her to join me, a scowl firmly in place. She won’t look at me, and when I slip my arm around her, she shrugs me off and storms ahead.
Oh, I am going to enjoy spanking that girl until she screams tonight.
**
The ride home is thick with silence. The rain on the windshield, the occasional hiss of tires on wet pavement, the hum of the city weighs down on me until I feel like I can’t breathe.
When we finally get home, I try to grab her arm, get her to look at me. “Gi—”
But she shrugs me off and locks herself in the bathroom.
I stand there staring at the door for what feels like hours as the roaring winds of chaos and frustration that I haven’t experienced since before I got together with Giovannasuddenly rush in and overpower me.
When it becomes so overwhelming that I feel like my chest is going to explode, I kick the door open, busting the lock, the metal doorknob clattering to the ground as she screams.
I slam her against the wall, grabbing her jaw and forcing her to look at me. “I don’t fucking care that you’re mad. Whatever I did wrong, it’s nowhere near as shitty as you holding hands with fucking Antonio in the middle of the God damn night, drinking and wearing his jacket.”
She snarls at me, her hazel eyes on fire. “What the fuck do you care? You couldn’t be bothered to show up, and you were trying to convince me to fuck him—”
I snatch her by the throat, clenching my jaw tight as she gasps for breath. “Think very fucking carefully before you answer this question, Giovanna, because I will find out the truth if you lie to me. Did you fuck him?”
She slaps at my hand on her throat until I release her enough to respond. Coughing, she sputters out, “No! NO, you fucking asshole. But I should have—”
I crash my mouth into hers, cutting her off, and grab both her wrists with one hand and slam them against the wall over her head. “You want to get fucked? You got your fucking wish.”
With my free hand, I grab her dress at the rip on the side and finish the job, tearing it off her body. Her breasts are bouncing with each breath, her nipples hard as she glares at me, wearing only her heels and a thong, her hands still above her head.
