Page 35 of Sinister

“If I didn’t know you better, I’d say you’re getting more pussy whipped by the day.”

“Fuck you, Sin.” I punch him in the shoulder, not hard enough to make him move, but hard enough to let him know I’m not playing this time.

We’re the same build and I know we’d equal out in a fight but we’ve never ended up in a fist fight, only a little wrestling match once when we were twelve and he had poured soda all through Monroe’s bed and school bag. Come to think of it, all our arguments have been over her.

Glancing down to where my hand landed on him, his gaze returns to mine and he throws me a grin that could rival any locked-up psychopath in jail’s grin. “Careful, Rome. Don’t fuck this up over a pussy I can make sure you never have.” He indicates between us.

“You know how I fucking feel about her and I’ve respected your wishes, asshole. You and your stupid fucking need to make sure no one goes near her. Someone got to fuck her, didn’t they!” I growl through clenched teeth. I can barely contain my anger at this point, and I step back from him before I do something I’ll regret.

Sin remains silent, his jaw ticks as my words play over and over in his head.

“This is all on you, Sin. This is all your fucking fault.” My nostrils flare as thoughts of someone else’s hands on her perfect naked body almost tip me over the edge.

I don’t wait for him to speak, I storm away and head toward my first class. At least it might be a bit of a distraction and I won’t spend the entire time picturing some fucker balls deep inside her making her scream their name.

“Fuck,” I shout into the empty halls of the lecture building.

“Watch where you’re walking, idiot.” Another student says as I nearly knock him over storming around a corner.

Swinging my fist at him, it collides with the side of his face, his eyes go large as he falls backward and lands heavily on the ground. The ache in my hand feeds my need to hurt somebody and I repeatedly hit this guy in the head until I’m unable to see. A hazy, smoky veil of blackness mutes everything around me as the sounds of my heart beating thump inside my head.

“What the fuck, Rome!” I hear the echo of Chaser’s voice but the satisfying crunch of breaking bones under my fists is a little more distracting.

His voice brings me back from the darkness. Looking down at the bleeding face of the guy who got in my way, I clench my fists and enjoy the burn of the cuts on my knuckles a little too much. My demons came knocking and collided with this fucker’s face. After hearing those words out of Monroe’s mouth, I felt like I couldn’t fucking breathe. The rage inside me needing to escape and here, laying at my feet, is the result.

I’ve rejected her repeatedly and made her feel unwanted, and like shit, no doubt. But knowing I’ll never have the chance to own the one thing that only one person can take is eating me alive. It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

Fucking Sin and his rule of not allowing anyone near her, not even me, his best friend, when he knows how I fucking love her more than life itself. To this very day I don’t understand his stupid rule but I’ve respected it because we’re like brothers. He’s been warning off any guy that has shown the slightest interest in her, taking this protective brother thing to the next level.

“Stop, dude!” Gripping my shoulder, Chaser hauls me back away from the lifeless body at my feet. “You’ve fucking killed him.”

Sucking in breaths as I come down from my adrenaline fuelled high, I glance at Chaser as he pulls out his phone and dials our men to come clean up my mess.

“Fucker deserved it.” I spit some of the blood pooling in my mouth.

“What the fuck just happened?” Chaser is still looking at me curiously.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” I stare at the guy laying lifeless on the ground and feel no remorse whatsoever.

“Does this have to do with Monroe? What the hell are you guys fighting about?”

“Nothing.” I snort back some of the blood that tries to escape my nose. The fucker landed one good punch.

“Doesn’t seem like nothing.”

“I’m going back to the manor. You’ll all have to ride with the others.” Striding away from Chaser and the dead guy without another thought of what I have just done, I head to the car and am thankful Sin always hands me the keys to keep safe. That guy is more forgetful than a goldfish.

Climbing into the driver’s seat, I rev the car and back out of the parking spot, before gunning it out of the college grounds to the open road. I have no fucking idea where I’m going but getting away from any thoughts of someone else’s cock buried deep inside her is proving harder than I thought. The mental images taunt me and I feel the need to pummel someone else’s face in until all I can see is the crimson of their blood all over my hands.

I drive in circles for what feels like hours when I find myself heading back to the manor. None of the other cars are here which suits me just fine. I couldn’t face any of them at the moment anyway. Not bothering to put the car in the garage, I park it at the front door, climb out and head to my room. Climbing the stairs two at a time, I make it to the third floor in no time and glance at Sin’s locked door. If I was a vindictive asshole, I’d trash his room in a fit of rage. Instead, I enter my room, change into gray sweats and my running shoes and head out for a jog around the lake.

Listening to thunder and rain through my ear buds, I spend the next hour running along the dirt track that leads to the east of Sable Lakes. This part of the lake is mostly uninhabited, and the run is easy enough, once you clear some of the overhanging branches from the pathway.

I’m out of breath and I stop to stare out at the serene lake with the pounding of my heart playing a stucco beat against the inside walls of my chest. It feels like it’s about to break free with how hard it’s thumping and I realize I was running at full speed the whole time, trying to outrun my anger and resentment. Or is it jealousy? Who fucking knows at this point, maybe a mix of all three. Usually running helps me clear my head, but all it has done this time is made me more agitated.

“Fuck!” I shout as loud as I can at the lake and cause birds in nearby trees to fly out of their branches.

The slow walk back in the fading light is long and I’m dreading looking at her knowing I wasn’t the one to give her what she wanted all these years. I feel like a fucking coward bowing down and going along with Sin’s bullshit when Monroe is just as much my best friend as Sin and Chaser are. Hesitating outside the back doors, I take in a steadying breath before entering to see all the guys dishing up dinner. I must have been gone longer than I’d first thought.

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