Page 10 of Deceit For My Good Girl

"Oh, they found his wallet too? Okay. I'll bring it to him at school tomorrow."

"Bullshit, you're not bringing it to him. He's going to come over here and pick it up. You're not his maid or his woman. He can get his own things. Make it happen, Rabbit." He glares at me for a second before he turns back to the heavy bag and starts beating it up again. I never know why he feels the need to beat on it, but I'll admit it's working for his body.

"Fine, he can come to pick it up now since he's got school this afternoon. It was very nice of the police to bring it back for him." I nod my head and pull my phone out of the bag.

I open up the contact and go to our message log. I roll my eyes so hard when I look back on the different things we've been talking about all week, only to find out he's an actual jerk. I guess I'm happy I found this out now and not when I was deeper into the relationship with him. I can't even imagine how fucking silly I'd have felt if I gave him my virginity.

I send him a quick text to let him know I have his wallet and he can come by this morning as I won't be in class today. He quickly replies with a thumbs up and tells me he'll be over in about twenty minutes.

"I guess it might be too much to ask that there's any leftover coffee?" I say and drop my phone back into my purse.

"There's a cup left, but if you don't go in there and get it soon, I'm going to drink it."

"I'll make more. I think I'm going to need it."

"Awesome, what about you? Did you have any plans today?" He asks.

"I think I'm going to stay in a bit and just relax. I've had enough time outside to last me for more than a week." I smile and walk back over to the couch. "What about you? You have plans?"

"Nah, I'm going to stay home too." He throws his towel on the pile of dirty workout gear and comes to sit next to me on the couch.

"Oh, no class today?"

"Nothing I need to go to." He shrugs.

"What about Lisa? I'm sure she'd like a visit from her favorite man."

"She can visit from her girlfriend and pretend it's me. I don't give a damn about no one but you today, Mel. If you want to stay home and watch man-killing shows all day, that's what we are going to do. You're not leaving my sight." He says it with such sincerity I gasp and have to look away.

"You don't have to baby me, Xander. I'm okay. I got everything back. Just a little bruise."

"You? I'm not staying here because I'm worried about you. I'm staying here because I'm worried about myself. Because I know once I walk out that door, all I'm going to be able to think about is some creep putting their hands on you, and the public is not ready for the type of rage that comes with my temper. I should have been there to protect you like I always am, but instead, I left it up to some cum swallower who couldn't protect a fucking animal. I'm not going to forgive myself for a long time. No, you stay right here where I can keep my eyes and hands on you. That's where you belong."

I hate when he says things like this to me. I grew up with him as my best friend, and even though I love him, it's been hard not to put him on that pedestal position. If he wasn't such a man whore, I'd try to pursue something with Xander also, I know he doesn't have those kinds of feelings for me, but when he says things like this, he makes it so hard.

"Okay, I'll stay home with you." I squeak out and flip on the TV.

He orders us some brunch and even springs for a bottle of champagne, so we can have some mimosas. Matteo doesn't show up when he says he's going to, but I couldn't care less. I'm having a great time with Xander as we argue why no one should ever buy a ranch-style house.

By two in the afternoon, I'm ready to take a nap when the doorbell rings.

Xander is the one to open it, and Matteo stands in the walkway for a second. I'm surprised when Xander lets Matteo walk to me.

"Hey, how'd you get the stuff back? Did the police call you?" He asks, getting close to me like we're still trying to be boyfriend and girlfriend. It's like I'm in the fucking twilight zone.

"They didn't call. They dropped off the stuff last night." I answered, giving him the answer Xander gave me before.

"Okay, I'm happy to hear it." Matteo raises his hand and lets a thumb-slide down the side of my face where the bruise is.

"Mel, you know I'm so sorry about how everything went down last night. I was out of my mind with worry about you this morning when I-" before he can say another word, he's on the floor screaming and clutching his leg.

"You limp dick piece of shit! You left my fucking Rabbit in the alley by herself!" Xander roars at him and brings down one of his free weights on Xander's knee again. After the third blow, he tosses it aside and continues to pound into Matteo's face with his fist.

"I should take your fucking life. I should rip your heart out and force-feed to you." He snarls.

"Oh my god! Xander, stop!" I scream and grab at the back of his tank top, stretching and tearing it, trying to push him off, Matteo. "Stop, oh god! You're going to kill him! Stop!" I yell louder and grab for his arms.

Matteo lies on the floor, bleeding and crying, as he tries to raise his hands to cover his face. "I told you to stay away from her, and you chose not to! You deserve this shit and so much more." He hits him again, and I swear I hear Matteo gag like he's going to throw up.

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