TWENTY-EIGHT
I took Hanna upstairs for twenty minutes earlier and told her why I had the reaction I did when I saw her brother. I knew who the outfit mafia prince was… I just didn’t know that Hanna was his sister—I didn’t know his sister was even alive.
And why was his reaction the same as mine? It should have clicked, but it never did. Her brother is Harley Sovrano, son of Nicolai and Angelina Sovrano.
Yet both the children went by their mother's maiden name at school, Monroe. But in all reality,
Hanna's real name is Hanna Marie Monroe-Sovrano. Her father is the capo of the New York Outfit. The girl I have a weakness for is a mafia princess, and she didn’t even know it.
I did because she was on the news my first year of college. She "ran away" as she framed it. Though she was here the entire time. And I didn’t realise who she was until I saw Harley's contact in her phone and some teenage photos of her and a blonde chick.
She is the mafia princess of the New York outfit and an enemy to me. Her family and Scarlet's are in sync. Scarlet's father is the consigliere of the outfit, Alexander Rose. Why didn’t any of this click until now? The girl I have been desperately trying to hold on to is the enemy.
The fucking enemy. As is Scarlet. I'm more fucked now than I was in the beginning.
I've been sitting on this sofa since we returned trying to figure out what the hell is going to happen. What in the fuck I am going to do? All the while, I have had Damien glaring at me. Because not so long ago, I accused him of having an enemy affair with Scarlet.
Yet, here I am, months later, and I'm only just finding out who Hanna really is. Pushing my thoughts aside, I rejoin the conversation and avoid Damien's eyes.
Pulling Hanna off Sam's lap, I yank her toward me. "We need to finish that conversation. You don't know what this means," I whisper into her hair.
Hanna shoots me a frown before pressing her lips to mine. "My brain can only handle so much. All I got so far was I'm a mafia princess and we are enemies. I can't handle this right now," she breathes against my lips. I'd be crazy if I said I didn’t want her. Because I do, in fact, want her. It's just more complicated now.
Hanna smiles, turning back to her wide eyes. I chuckle under my breath when Hanna yells at the tv screen and I pull her back into my arms, avoiding the daggers Sam and Damien send my way. I'll put up with it all, even her creepy shows, just so I can call her mine.
If I can even keep her after everything. I might have to just let her go, which also happens to be the last thing I want to do.
"Nachos!" Sam yells over the screaming girls on the tv. Ace tilts his head and watches our friend with a confused expression. That was probably the most random shit that ever came out of his mouth.
I watch my brother's glare disappear as he stares at Sam with a question in his eyes. "Nachos?" he repeats, bewildered as I am.
Sam smirks and leaps off the lounge, his cell phone in hand. "I'm ordering us some nachos." Rolling my eyes, I turn back to the screen, resting my head against Hanna's. If only I can have her for the rest of tonight, then that is what I will do.
Keep her until I can't anymore.
"Order enough for me!" Damien yells over the TV. Ace nods in agreement and I shove my hand in the air, indicating I want some, too. Sam groans as he rambles off to the person on the other line.
A grin appears on my lips as I watch the TV. He has a love/hate relationship with us, just like Hanna and her horror movies. "Okay, assholes, I ordered enough for you as well," he replies, planting his ass on the lounge beside me.
I gotta admit, Damien and I moving in with these two assholes freshman year was the best decision we made. I mean, yeah, I didn't talk to them for about a month because I hated the entire world, but they soon became our closest friends.
Nate included. He's been such a good friend since me and Damien moved here from Chicago.
A knock at the front door pulls me from my thoughts, causing Sam to dash off toward the sound. Laughing softly, I pull Hanna closer, causing her to wiggle. "Release me! I want some nachos!" she demands, wiggling out of my grip and dashing after Sam.
I smile and shove my arms behind my head. I absolutely need to find a way to keep this woman. No matter what.
"Dinner is served," Sam and Hanna announce at the same time. Climbing off the lounge, I pause the TV, following Ace and Damien into the kitchen to dish up some nachos.
My brother stops me by the shoulder with a harsh grip as he yanks me into him. "Now you understand my constant mind battle with Scarlet, so if I were you, I would start staying out of my business. Unless, of course, you want our mother to know the little Aussie's real name," he snarls softly.
His threat is there, and I'd be an idiot to say a word about his relationship with the she-devil, especially now when I have everything to fucking lose.
Instead, I ignore my thoughts as I begin piling my plate with nachos, not forgetting to grab the sour cream from the fridge so I have something to smear on them.
Hanna wrinkles her nose as she watches me shove a sour cream-covered nacho into my mouth. "Ew! You're ruining them!" she complains as she shoves her dry beef-filled chip into her mouth.
I chuckle under my breath and shove another one into my mouth, winking at her. "It's delicious."
With the earlier conversation completely gone from his brain, Damien nods in agreement, shoving a handful into his large gob.
Hanna watches us with horror as we douse our meal in sour cream with grins. "I agree with Hanna." Sam smirks, shoving a dry chip into his mouth. What is wrong with these two?
That's dry as all hell. Ace plants his ass back in the La-Z-Boy, snatching the sour cream from Damien, and watches Sam with a weird look.
"You two are awfully weird," he replies, shoving a chip covered with sour cream into his mouth.
Ace, Damien, and I start laughing when Hanna's facial expression changes to horrified. Smirking, I eye Hanna with a grin, licking the white liquid off my lips. "Definitely would taste better smeared all over your perfect tits."
Hanna's jaw drops as she gazes at me with wide eyes. Ace smirks as he watches me with a twinkle in his eye.
"Let me try it tonight." I wink at her. Hanna closes her mouth and glares at me, shoving another dry chip into her mouth. Smirking, I grab the remote, switching the channel to Sons of Anarchy . I hear a squeal from Hanna and turn my head as she dashes toward me.
Shit . Placing my nachos on the coffee table, she tackles herself into my lap and fights for the remote. "No, no. You watched too many Pretty Little Liars as it is." I hold the remote above her head.
Ace grins and nods in agreement. Smirking, I press a kiss to her nose and toss Ace the remote. Hanna flies off my lap toward Ace. Quickly, he sets his nachos on the side table as she leaps into his lap and reaches for the remote. Maybe this was a bad idea?
I watch her move around in Ace's lap and my jaw hardens, anger taking over my features. He might die. No, actually, if she doesn't move, I will fucking slice into Ace's skin.
"Enough!" I growl, my fists clenched at my side. Ace's body stills, realising why I'm angry. Hanna turns her head toward me with wide eyes. But I'm not caring that she doesn't realise what she's doing. Oh no, I'm livid.
Getting to my feet, I make my way over to Ace and yank her off his lap, my eyes filled with anger. "What the fuck!" I growl in her face.
Hanna's features change to anger as she watches mine. "Seriously?! I didn’t even realise I was doing anything wrong." Her eyes zero in on mine, her lip pulled in a snarl. "You can get all angry over miss communication! But you were practically chewing on my brother's neck this morning!"
Seriously? Is she kidding? We just had this damn conversation, and now she wants to throw it back in my face. The reason I should hate her, the reason I can't stand her brother. Growling, I pull her into the kitchen, away from the boys. "What's your fucking issue!"
"You!" she spits back. "You, because you dropped a bomb on me earlier and then expect me to be okay with everything that happened. Expect me to be okay with it all when I know you're just waiting to push me away, because I'm the enemy, right? We are fucking forbidden, Damon. You're my enemy and I'm yours."
What the fuck? "Yeah, we fucking are. But I'm trying with everything in me to keep you. Because I refuse to lose you. You are fucking mine," I bite out, my teeth practically bared.
Hanna glares at me, pulling out of my grip before she stomps toward the front door. "I was never yours!" she screams, then her tiny legs move so fast I blink and the front door slams. What the fuck! Closing my eyes, I throw the remote at Damien before trailing after her.
"You'd really go there after everything that happened to you?" I yell.
Hanna spins toward me, her eyes blazing with rage. Maybe that was too much. Maybe I should have shut up, but I can't. Not when she just told the entire room she was never mine.
Hanna's eyes narrow as she stares at me. "I'm not a fucking rape victim, you bastard! I'm not yours. You don't need to keep me safe! I have a voice! I can take care of my fucking self!"
"Clearly! Now that I know where you came from!" I snap as my rage boils over. The door to her car swings open as she glares daggers at me.
She does fucking belong to me. "You are fucking mine ! Hanna. Mine! But you're definitely acting like a spoiled bitch! Which, apparently, you were the whole time," I bite.
A loud crack sounds across the yard and realisation takes over.
She slapped me. She fucking slapped me.
Growling, I grip her wrist and stare at her, my eyes dark. Hanna glares right back at me, her entire body shuttering with anger as she watches me. "Don't you ever do that again. You won't like the outcome," I growl under my breath.
"What? You'd hit me back!" she whispers. Taking a step away from me, she flinches. She really thinks I'd ever lay a hand on her?
"I would never fucking lay a hand on you," I growl. Even if I should want her dead. I don't.
She stares up at me with bright green angry eyes before she pulls away from me, slides into the car, and speeds out of my driveway.
Leaving me standing on the pavement alone. I tug at my wavy hair. What the fuck did I just do?