Page 76 of Spider Demon's Kiss

“I could never hurt him. He’s my nephew.”

“So, what were you gonna do instead? Were you gonna offer to help him kill his father?”

He froze, this time confused.

“No. I wasn’t going to do that?”

“Then what were you gonna do, huh?”

“Who are you? Dante? Matteo? Are you Matteo?”

I glanced back at Kuroi.

“Yeah I’m Matteo. And you were gonna betray Pa, weren’t you? After he let you come back, you were gonna tell my bitchass of a brother why you were here, weren’t you?” I said building to a shout.

“I swear, I wasn’t going to.”

“Then why haven’t you completed the job?”

“You were supposed to give me the gun. I was where I was told to be. You didn’t show up. I waited for an hour. I thought you weren’t coming. If you give me the gun, I’ll do the job.”

“And you could do this to family?” I said feeling the anger pulse through me.

“Your father told me that fag is fucking the son of his enemy. That’s not family. Family doesn’t do that. He’s a disgrace. A disgrace!” he yelled. “Give me the gun and I’ll take care of him like your father asked. Untie me and give me the gun,” he said with a mixture of anger and fear.

I looked back at Kuroi a final time. His eyes reflected what I felt. I knew what I would do next. And as my wolf clawed through to the surface, my bones broke welcoming him.

Staring out through its eyes, I saw the way my wolf looked at Kuroi. He desired Kuroi as much as I did. But, turning back to my uncle, my wolf growled and then did what it had come to do.

Perhaps I should have been nervous driving to Sunday dinner at my parent’s house. After all, my father had sent his brother to kill me. I wasn’t though. It didn’t even matter that this would be the first time my father met my new husband.

I didn’t know how father would react to him. Dressed as Kuroi was, I couldn’t imagine it going over well. He was wearing a jumpsuit sort of thing that was like what he wore to dinner with Matteo. It wasn’t the same one though because this one was dark blue without the fancy stitching. And this one had sleeves.

He also didn’t wear much makeup. At least it didn’t look like he did. It took him forever to get dressed so maybe he was going for an invisible look, or whatever you call it. Either way, Icould barely stop myself from peaking over at my husband as we drove.

“Did I tell you that you look beautiful?” I said reaching across the car to take his hand.

“You haven’t,” he said with a smirk.

“You look beautiful,” I said pulling his hand to my lips and kissing it.

“Thank you,” he said with a smile. “I’m nervous.”

I looked at him doubtfully. “Why would you be nervous?”

“I want your mother to like me.”

“Don’t worry. She will.”

“Does she know about me?”

“Everyone knows about you. Everyone knows I married you.”

“But, I mean, does she know about you and me?” he asked squeezing my hand.

He was asking if she knew that I was falling in love with the man I married. For that to be true, she would have had to know that I liked men.

“She doesn’t know how I feel about you,” I admitted.

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