Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 80507 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80507 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Switching lanes.
Dodging cars.
I wanted to feel nothing.
“Goddamn it!” I roared into the crisp night air as I slammed on the breaks in front of Elliot’s, which was a complete shit show of a dive bar in the Bronx, New York. Every single virus and bacteria known to mankind probably teemed in its old leather wingback chairs and sticky bar tables. However, it was ours.
Or it had been.
Ever since we used our fake IDs on her sixteenth birthday. This was the place I’d lost her only eight months ago, gave her away like she meant not a damn thing when, in fact, she meant everything to me.
I put my car into park, cut the engine, and then got out, shoving my hands in the pockets of my slacks to keep from strangling whoever waved at me first. I kept my head down as I jerked the door open and made my way to the last empty barstool at the back of the bar.
Fuming from the inside out.
“A bottle,” I snapped at the bartender before he even had time to ask what my order was.
Thank fuck, he knew what I drank.
A bottle of Jack and a shot glass appeared in my line of sight.
I said nothing.
Shoving the shot glass away from my hand, I simply grabbed the liquor and chugged until my lungs ached, and I needed to breathe.
Damn, she was going to look beautiful in a wedding dress.
Another long swig.
Would she wear white? Had she been a virgin before Tristian? Or did I let him claim that too?
Chug.
Chug.
Chug.
He loved her.
I’d protect them from afar.
Watch as their love continued to grow for one another.
A son.
A daughter.
One big happy family.
Did I drink half the bottle?
I used to own her soul. It wasn’t enough since my brother always owned her heart.
The room blurred around me, the same way my focus had blurred in the car.
I began to feel numb.
Withdrawn.
Alone.
Lonely.
Until I heard the sweetest voice I’d ever known. “Thought I might find you here.” Eden’s soft tone was so quiet, and yet it felt as though a clash of thunder or a streak of lightning bolted across my body.
I didn’t have to meet her eyes to know she was judging me. Her narrowed stare pointed directly at me and then the bottle as I brought the glass up to my mouth.
She sat down next to me, murmuring, “You heard.”
“I heard.”
She grabbed the Jack out of my hand. The only woman brave enough to do so.
“What are you doing?” she questioned.
“What does it look like?” I answered.
She didn’t hesitate in replying, “Feeling sorry for yourself.”
We locked eyes.
“You don’t have a right to be pissed, Romeo. I hope you realize that.”
I jerked back. “Are you fucking serious right now?”
She bit her bottom lip and looked around. “You’re drunk, okay? Let’s just get you—”
“—Home.” I barked out a laugh, “Funny, since home has only ever been wherever you are.” I hadn’t meant to say it out loud, but there we were.
At a standoff.
A battle.
A war I had started and couldn’t end. If I did, I’d lose, and I wasn’t ready to give up the fight inside of me yet. Instead, I had done what came naturally. I’d pushed her away, into my brother’s arms; that was where she belonged.
“Go home, Red. Go home to your fiancé.”
Panic seized my chest as the thought continued to bulldoze through my brain—through my body.
She was engaged.
Getting married.
Becoming Mrs. Sinacore.
It was my worst nightmare come to life. I’d singlehandedly just lost both my brother and the love of my life in one hard blow.
More pain.
More heartbreak.
It was unfair.
Wrong.
So fucking wrong.
“That’s not fair,” she challenged, strong and determined. “What did you want me to do? Huh? Say no?”
I looked her up and down. “I think the better question is, did you want to say yes?”
“Romeo…”
“I’m waiting.”
“Please don’t make me answer that.”
“If you don’t, then I’ll never know.”
In one breath, she confirmed, “You know.”
I scoffed out a snide chuckle, standing up. “I need to go.”
“You’re drunk.”
“No shit. That’s why I need to go before I do something I’ll regret.”
“And what’s that?”
“Kiss you. Fuck you. Claim you.”
She gasped, obviously not expecting me to say that.
“See, I need to fucking go before I hurt my brother.”
“And what about me? What about hurting me?” She reached for my arm, her fingertips pressing into my wrist. “Do my feelings not matter?”
I jerked away from her touch. “Says the women who said yes to my brother.”
She winced, not trying to hide it. Though it was useless if she tried to hide anything from me.
“You’re being unfair. You’re the one who’s always treated me like nothing but a friend.”
“Tristian loves you.”
“And you, Romeo?”
She spoke with conviction, almost knocking me on my ass…
“Do you love me?”
CHAPTER FOUR
“Maybe I’m the villain in your story, but I am the hero in mine.” —The Timingila
Romeo
Fuck.
“We’re not doing this here,” I demanded in a harsh tone.