21. Gio
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
gio
I can’t believe the fucking balls on that kid. Not only is he stupid enough to get involved with a chick that can kill him fifty different ways without blinking, but she’s the enemy. How can he possibly think this is going to end well?
“FUCK!” I grunt, punching both fists into the bed.
I feel like a jealous housewife or something, and I hate every second of it. I hate the things that are happening, and I hate the way I feel about him. Why can’t I fucking let it go?
The worst part is that I understand exactly how Dante is feeling and I can’t tell him. I feel the same about him that he does about Bianca. I feel like the world can’t spin unless I’m with him and every second of every day I think about what is doing. I hate him. I hate him because I can’t hate him at all.
God, I really do need a therapist.
I decide to do the logical thing. Or what feels logical at this very moment. If I can’t get it through Dante’s thick skull, maybe I can get it through hers.
I get dressed and rip out of the garage in hot pursuit. I know just where to find her, thanks to our handy dandy extractor and his locating skills. We needed to be able to track them so we could run interference.
I pull into their drive and tuck my piece into my belt, covering it with my button-down. They will assume I’m armed so I might as well be.
I head up to the side door and knock.
“Yeah what is it?” A soft voice pierces through as the door opens.
“Hey there Bianca. Can we have a chat?” I ask, putting my arm up, holding the door open so she can’t slam it in my face.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea. My brother is here and I…”
“Oh, your brother and I are good buddies now. Didn’t he tell you about our quality time? Don’t you worry that pretty head. I promise I’m just here to talk to you, sweetheart.”
“Don’t fucking call me that. You have five minutes but you’re not coming in. I’ll come out.”
“Fine,” I smirk, letting her close the door behind her as I take a step back, giving her room.
She walks out, rolling her eyes, and we head to the steps. I sit on the top step, and she follows suit, sitting near me but far enough that I can’t reach out to her.
“Four minutes.” She points to an imaginary watch on her wrist.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I start.
“You’re going to have to be more specific, big guy.” She zips sarcastically.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about. Dante. What are you trying to pull here?”
“This may be hard for you to believe but I love him, Gio.”
“You don’t even fucking know him!” I snip.
“Oh, I know him more than you could ever know him and I think that drives you crazy. Isn’t that right? You can’t handle the fact that someone else could possibly love your brother more than you, huh?”
I hate her. Every word that comes out of her mouth makes me hate her more and more.
“Don’t sit there and pretend you aren’t trying to get a leg up on the competition or look good for Daddy by getting your hooks in him. He’s a good man, Bianca, and he doesn’t need a piece of Russian trash like…”
“Woah, buddy. I think you forget who you’re talking to.” She says, shift back and standing to her feet.
“Sit the fuck down, bitch.” I can’t help it; she is making me murderous. Dante would never forgive me if I killed her, so I fight the urge.
“Okay. I think your time is up. Thanks so much for stopping by and don’t ever fucking do it again.”
“Trust me, I want absolutely nothing to do with you. But don’t let me find you in my house or I won’t be so kind. Dante is everything to me, and I won’t stand by and watch you rip him apart. He’s mine! Mine…uh. My.. brother. He’s my brother!” I stumble out.
The second it came out I realized I fucked up. This bitch got me wound up and I nearly yelled, ‘Backoff - I’m in love with him’. I get back in my car and speed back home.
I walk through the door and Dante is standing there waiting for me.
“Are you fucking kidding me Gio?” He says, holding his phone out. I assume she text him the second I left so there is no use trying to lie.
“No. I’m trying to save you from making the biggest mistake of your life, asshole.”
“Well you know what Gio? Don’t do me any more fucking favors, okay? I never asked to be in your family and I never asked for you to get involved in my fucking shit. You want to push, fine, you’ve pushed me out the door. I’m going to stay with Bianca. Maybe the alone time will help you get your fucking priorities straight.”
He grabs a duffel bag from the floor and slams the door on his way out.
“Great,” I mutter to myself, rolling my eyes.
Not only did I piss him off but I pushed him right into her arms. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so useless and so fucking furious in my life. Not getting my way is something I didn’t feel often and it fucking sucks. This has been one of the worst days of my life and trust me, I’ve had plenty of them. Where the hell do we even go from here?