Page 77 of Sweet Addiction
“Who is it?” someone else calls out, and I shrug my shoulders like I don’t have a care in the world. It’s all bullshit. With every word, the anger grows. Fuels me.
I need to fucking hit something.
I need to spar.
I need everyone to get out of here so we can go back to work.
Back to the one thing I’m good at.
“Not a clue,” I answer. “I just know it’s not me.”
“And what about your girlfriend?” a young woman who looks younger than me asks, and I sit up straighter. Liv warned me that Dillan would be brought up. She said there was no way to avoid it. But I was hoping she’d be wrong.
I knew she wouldn’t be, but still... I was glad Dillan was asleep when I left. I didn’t want her here for this. Didn’t want to put her through it. I’ve already forced this on her, and now that I know what I know, I fucking hate myself for it.
“What about her?” I ask as unaffected as I can pull off while my blood boils in my veins. The psychopath Dillan likes to tease me about sitting right there under the surface, ready to explode.
“What does she think about it all?” the reporter asks.
Stay calm, Liv had warned. She knew it would be hard. Calm... “She knows the truth. Knows it isn’t me.” I look around at the reporters, ending this line of questions. “Next question.”
The voices all blend, and I look at Liv as my patience splinters, needing her to wrap this shit up.
I’m a fighter, not a dog on a fucking leash.
“Why isn’t she here today, Titan?” calls out a middle-aged guy with a pot belly in a short-sleeve blue striped shirt and a crooked red tie. “Where’s Dillan Ryan?” he yells because apparently, he’s too stupid to take the hint. Dumb fuck. “Arewe supposed to believe she’s okay with you having a sex tape? Wouldn’t she be here if she believed you? Is she the woman in the tape? Is this her way of finally eclipsing her sister’s fame? Is she behind it?”
Red-hot rage blurs my vision like never before at the sound of Dillan’s name on this asshole’s lips, and I slam my hands down.
The table cracks under my palms as I push to my feet, muscles tight and primed. “Keep my woman’s name out of your mouth or you’ll never take another drink without a fucking straw.”
Chaos erupts.
Cameras flash.
Reporters all speak at once, yelling over each other to be heard until you can’t understand a thing any of them say.
I jump over the table before Hudson can stop me.
One thing in my sight.
This piece of fucking shit.
Killian appears in front of me before I get to my target.
His arms band around my chest. “Stop, man. You gotta stop.”
I shove him back, but he refuses to move. “I’m not letting you do this,” he forces out through gritted teeth, holding me back with every ounce of strength he can. “You’ll lose it all. You’ll lose her.”
And those words. Fuck. They ring truer than he knows.
I already lost her once. I won’t do it again.
“That’s a wrap, everyone,” Liv calls out as she moves around Killian and me. “Get him out of here.” Her eyes snap to mine. “Now.”
Dillan
Cassia falls to her knees, a scream wrenched from the darkest part of her soul. This can’t be the end. Gods, don’t let this be the end. Not when they’ve come so close ... No?—
