Page 226 of Hate Mates

My fingers dig deeper, sinking further into her as I plunge in and out of her. Cybil screams louder and louder, but her screams are being drowned out by the bed where I have her face plastered.

“Luciano!” She cries out as her pussy spasms and wraps around me tighter. She holds me in her, her walls clamping down as I fill her with my release. I pull out of her and let her come up for air. She’s gasping and pulling in as much air as she can as I drop down next to her. I grab the blankets and pull them up, knowing full well there’s no way I’m going to be sleeping tonight.

My mind is reeling with everything I’ve learned lately. The fact that something is going on behind my back isn’t sitting well with me either. I planned on talking to my father about all of this, but he wanted to rush the wedding since someone already had their hands on Cybil. She won’t be taken on my watch and I think her father and mine both know that.

“Why do you hate me?” Cybil asks softly. I turn my head and look at her. I mean, really, look at her.

“Your father killed my mother.” She gasps as if she didn’t know, and maybe she didn’t. Maybe my hate for her has been misplaced.

“When?”

“Ten years ago. I was eleven.”

“I … I didn’t know,” she whispers, and judging by the look in her eyes, she’s telling the truth.

“We went to the market, and he grabbed us. Forced me to watch while he shot her in the head.” Tears cling to her lashes as she turns her head to look away from me. I reach up and grab her face, pulling it back so she has to see me. “This is what hedid to me. What he made me. After that, all I wanted was blood. Including his,” I tell her.

“You’re going to kill him, aren’t you?” Now, a sick smile tugs across my face. She knows already what’s going to happen.

“Yes, Kitten. He’s no longer needed in this world.”

“He killed my mother too,” she tells me, tears now falling down her cheeks.

“How?”

“With me. He wanted a child so badly, a boy, which I wasn’t. He wanted it so badly that he didn’t care if she died or not. The doctors told her not to have me and that she wouldn’t make it due to medical issues, but he made her try anyway. At least that’s what he’s thrown in my face all these years. That I’m the reason that she isn’t here. Not any fault of his own.”

“And he never got what he wanted. A boy.”

“No. Just me. The one he could use as a pawn in his sick world.”

“And you don’t want this world?” I ask her, remembering what Patty had said.

“No. Why would I? There’s so much death and destruction.”

“And now that’s what you’re stuck with because I am both death and destruction.” My hand lingers on her face, and somewhere deep down, I know I should pull away, but I don’t. I leave it there, watching her, watching me. And this is how we stay until she falls asleep.

Chapter Five

Wedding day. She’s dressed in white, I’m in a tuxedo. I feel like a fool. I look like a fool. But what I do know is that my gun sits heavily in the holster under my jacket, ready to fire at any moment.

Cybil is escorted down the aisle to me, and I must admit that she looks gorgeous in the dress my father picked out for her. The thought alone makes me internally cringe, thinking about why he chose that one for her.

Her hand is placed in mine, and before we can even turn to the pastor, my father steps up.

“There’s a change in plans,” he announces, pulling his gun and aiming it at her father. Cybil’s mouth falls open as she looks between me and him.

“Which is?” I ask now.

“Who she’ll be marrying. When I thought this over, I knew you weren’t the best choice, Luciano. You’re … well, you’re you. You’re unhinged and would probably end up killing her before your honeymoon.” My jaw ticks as I look at him now.

“Who should she marry then?” I ask him. He turns his head and locks eyes with me for a brief second, but when he turnsback to her father, I move. I pull my gun, aiming it at my father as the small crowd grows silent.

“What is going on?” her father yells as he looks between the two of us.

“Yes, what is going on? I knew you were plotting something, Father. I just didn’t know what. Now that you think you can have what’s rightfully mine, we have a situation,” I tell him.

“You didn’t want her! I need another son, Luciano. You’re a loose cannon. We can’t have that,” he shouts as I laugh.

---