Stefan stood before me, refusing to back down until I did. Damn him.
With no other choice, I relented. While holding my father's eyes, tears pooled in mine. My pain surfaced first, slowly followed by everything else. Rage. Sadness. The longer my sight was cut off from Angela the more in control I felt. I looked over Stefan’s shoulder and saw Vincent standing by the dining room entrance. He was wide-eyed and his face was a little pale. With Stefan and Vincent in sight, that told me Jamie was the one holding me.
I grit my teeth. “Put me down.” Stefan looked over my shoulder and nodded at Jamie, who slowly released me. I stepped away from him, still giving him my back. “I warned you,” I said over my shoulder, refusing to look at him. He didn’t deserve to see me like this. “If you touched her, I’d kill her. You’re lucky Stefan let you stop me, or she would be dead.” I took in another calming breath, but it was futile. “Whatever we had, it’s over. I don’t want to fucking see or speak to you again.” I glanced at Stefan. The shift of my eyes caused the tears to fall. He was hiding what he was feeling as he watched them roll down my face and drip off my chin. “Get your whore out of my house.” It was the last thing I bit out before I stormed out of the room.
I had to leave the house. I couldn’t be there with him and I didn’t want Stefan hunting me down to talk about it either. So I left. I got in my car and drove around for a while until I found myself at Louie’s. Jamie’s old condo. I didn’t know why I'd ended up there. Maybe I just needed a friend. I sent a quick text to Stefan telling him where I was, then decided to send a text to Dean and Asher as well. That way I’d hear zero bitching later for running off on my own.
I numbly knocked on Louie’s door, ignoring the sting of my split and swollen knuckles. I’d been crying nonstop and had no doubt I looked like it. At the moment I couldn’t find it in me to care.
Louie opened the door, surprised to see me. He took one look at me and pulled me into his arms. After crying for so long, thinking I had no more tears left, another dam broke within me and I sobbed into his chest.
He scooped me up, carried me inside, and held me until I calmed down. Once I was able to speak without hiccuping, he quietly listened as I told him what had happened. We were sitting on his couch in his living room. I was curled up, hugging a decorative pillow, while he sat hunched over, feet planted on the ground with his elbows perched on his knees. He occupied himself by picking at the label of a beer bottle he had been drinking before I'd showed up.
“Are you going to offer me one of those?” I asked.
He smiled down at the bottle. “I think you need something stronger than this.”
“I think you’re right.”
He jumped to his feet and made his way into the kitchen. I heard cabinets opening and closing before he returned with a bottle of whiskey and two glasses.
“Didn’t you challenge me to a drinking duel?” He winked, handing me a glass. That was right. When we'd gone to lunch at Paco’s Tacos, he had called me a lush and I'd told him I could drink him under the table. In true Louie fashion, he'd taken that as a challenge.
“It wasn’t a challenge. I was stating a fact.”
His eyes filled with mirth as he filled our glasses. “Shall we find out?
CHAPTER 34
Sitting on the floor with our backs leaning against the couch, we laughed at each other. We'd attacked Louie’s unopened whiskey like a couple of true Irishmen. The bottle was down to its last inch of amber liquid and I was beyond buzzed. I'd passed that happy-giggling stage so quick, I hadn't even gotten a chance to enjoy it before I'd been in the I-can’t-feel-my-face drunk stage. I refused to let it show. I had a competition to win, after all. Sure, the world kept tilting, but as long as I kept reminding myself to stay sharp, I was able to reel a little bit of myself back to lucidity.
“Craziest place you’ve had sex?” he asked, slurring a little bit. This was the game we’d been playing. Well, it had started off as would you rather. The more we'd drunk, the harder it had become to think clearly and thus our game had turned into risqué questions.
My loopy smile fell. I had gone almost an hour without thinking about Jamie. Now here I was, my head consumed with thoughts of him. He'd hurt me but I still loved him. Crap! I vowed to never admit it. Stupid whiskey. “My father’s garage in Jamie’s car while being watched by a bunch of goons eating popcorn,” I answered, drone-like.
He grimaced, obviously recalling the time he'd caught us.
“Your best sexual experience?” I asked, taking a big gulp, finishing off the amber liquid in my glass.
He scrunched his nose as he refilled my glass, then topped off his. “I don’t think you want to know that,” he said. “It involves Jameson.”
I didn't think I blinked for a whole minute. My poor drunk brain was overloaded with dirty visuals and questions. Did they sleep together? “Now I’m dying to know.”
Louie studied me for a moment. His cheeks were flushed, and he had hooded eyes—the kind you got when you were past-the-point-of-no-return drunk. “Are you sure?”
Oh, you bet your perfectly tight ass I am. Bring on the hot mobster on hot mobster action. I played it cool by smiling. He took a sip of his whiskey before releasing a breath through parted lips, amping himself for what he was about to say, then turned back to me. “It was about a year ago. Jameson was going through a shitty time. I knew the best thing for him was to blow off steam and hit the bar. We drank a lot and by a lot, I mean we didn’t even know we were taking home the same girl until the three of us were climbing into the same cab. Not wanting to ruin the night for each other, we brought the girl back here and shared her.”
I was too intoxicated to contain my burning curiosity. “How did you share her?”
He tried to give me a cocky smirk but failed. Instead, I got a drunk goofy smile. “You want details, huh?”
I nodded.
“It started on this couch,” he began, patting the center cushion. “Jameson was sitting right here, and the girl got on her knees to suck him off while I watched.”
It slightly irritated me to hear about another woman blowing Jamie, so I envisioned it was me instead. The tiny voice of reason in the back of my head was telling me that it was a bad idea. I took another sip of whiskey to drown it out.
“Once she was done on her knees, she pulled Jameson’s pants down to his ankles, stripped off her dress and straddled him. Refusing to leave me out, she looked over her shoulder at me and like the dirty girl she was, she gave me the come hither crook of her finger. I slid into her from behind and she rode us both.”
“Rode you both,” I repeated in a daze. I felt the need to fan myself. Picturing the three of them together—the three of us together…holy hell. I knew what it felt like to have Jamie inside me as I rocked my hips. Imagining Louie as his bare chest molded along my back had my eyes glazing over, desperate not to lose the scene playing out in my head. Louie’s hard cock would slide between my ass cheeks, probing at my back entrance, threatening to take me where I’d never been taken before while I moved back and forth, grinding myself on top of Jamie. I squeezed my thighs together to help ease the throb between them.