Page 87 of Burn It Down
“After? After what? The cops will be here and your after will be you in a fucking cell.” Her eyes widened a little, but she recovered quickly.
“That won’t happen. Do you know who my father is? Daddy does anything I ask, so long as I keep my mouth shut. Keep my secrets for him.” Bree was not talking to me now; just talking. Rambling.
“What is your grand plan, Bree?” My hand slid into my pocket and I hit record on the camera. I needed proof because yes, I did know who her daddy was.
“Gigi should be home soon. Our girl will catch us. Or not, that hardly matters; I have proof I was in your bed. Gigi won’t take another lie. I will tell her I came to make amends. I missed Gigi, I was upset. Your dick got involved. You exit the picture so I can enter it. End of story.” Again, she arched back on the bed, as if despite her plans to ruin my fucking life, I might find her enticing. Dumb broad.
“Bree, if you love Gigi, you know this will crush her. Your fucked up sense of love may not see that. Gigi loved you once, but not the way you want. I’m sorry for that. I’m not sorry Gigi will only ever love me. It’s a fucking fact, and you know it.” Bree glared at me, shaking her head, her wild hair bouncing.
“No. You don’t know what you’re talking about. Gigi was happy those months with me. With me, Finn. I erased you for a while. I can do it again. Gigi loved me once and she will again. It will just be different now. I love her, Finn. More than you ever could.” I tensed as I snatched the camera away from her.
“Bullshit. I know what it’s like to love that woman. To lose her when she’s right there. I know how this hurts, Bree. Trust me, I do. If you loved her, the way I love her, you would never want to see her hurt again. I hurt her for too long, and I won’t ever do it again. If you loved her, you couldn’t do this knowing it would hurt her.” Bree shook her head again and again, backing away with the sheet twisted around her.
“Wrong, wrong. I love her. Ineedher. You didn’t need her; you fucked anything and everything you could. You wanted to fuck me. I drop to my knees right now, pull your cock out, and you’ll want to fuck me again. If you loved her, you’d never touch someone else.”
“Bree, you fuck everything that moves.” I shot back as I gathered photos up. More evidence I would need.
“No. I don’t. I fuck people to keep them away from her. That’s all. All I’ve ever done. Keep people away from her. Like Jordan. So fucking easy, that guy was. I thought he was obsessed with Gigi. Yeah, right up until I was riding his cock in his office. Least he left Gigi alone, right?”
That explains some shit. Like why the stalking ramped up after he talked with Gigi. It was never Jordan. Also, he had mentioned something about the situation between Bree and I; now I think he meant something else. Maybe the situation with Bree wanting me out of the fucking picture. Soshecould have my woman.
“Explains some shit. Doesn’t change the truth. Gigi is mine because she wants to be mine. I’m going to fucking marry her, and you won’t ever see her again.” Pushing her maybe wasn’t a wise idea.
Bree launched herself at me, a tangle of limbs and tits and wild hair. I caught her about the waist, but still stumbled back. My head made a sick thud as it hit the floor and I saw stars. Bree went wild, those stiletto nails tearing at my face and neck. Bree was panting and cursing and naked.
“What. The. Fuck.” Gigi’s voice filled me with dread.
Standing in the bedroom door, looking beautiful and broken, Gigi was a mess. Tears streamed down her face, and her eyes were red and swollen. My chest ached with pain, knowing she was hurting. Doubting me because I had given her plenty reason to.
I willed her to believe this was something other than it looked. Because it looked fucking terrible. Bree leaned in and pressed her face into my neck, giving up the fight she’d been waging.
“Oh, my God, Gigi! It’s not what it looks like…. well, I mean it kind of is.” Bree sat up and bucked her hips, her hands moving suggestively over her body.
“Call the fucking cops, Gigi. Please. Bree broke in, I found her in our fucking bed.” My eyes tried to capture hers, but they were wild, bouncing all over the room.
It looked exactly like Bree wanted it to. Clothes were strewn about. The bed was a fucking mess. The photos had 52-card pick upped from my hands and were scattered everywhere.
The room reeked of Bree and sex, and I don’t want to know why the latter was true. Gigi pressed her hand to her trembling mouth and began to back out of the room.
No. No. No!
“Gig, please! You fucking know better.” I hollered and she jumped.
For several moments, I thought I lost her. That just would not do. I couldn’t have her believe I would ever hurt her like this. I had done enough damage and would never do something so fucked up. Gigi had to believe me.
“You fucking bitch.” Gigi hissed with so much venom in her voice, we both jerked up.
I shoved Bree off my lap and rushed to Gigi. Her hand came up, trembling a little, keeping me away. I ached to hold her. My arms actually hurt because I needed feel her close.
Gigi’s dual colored eyes flew up to meet mine, and I waited. Tears slid past them, but they were soft. Forgiving. I mouthed, “I love you”. Gigi nodded, and I almost dropped to my knees.
“Already called the cops, actually. Figured some shit out today. Lots of shit. Your dumb slut façade never fooled me. I always knew you were smart. Something youshouldbe smart enough to realize; even then, I wasalwaysfucking smarter than you.” I smirked and shifted behind her, my hands itching to touch her.
“Meaning what, sweet Gigi?”
I wanted to know too. Then, Gigi soothed balm over the jagged wounds ripping through me. Stepping backwards, she pressed her back to my front. My arms went vice tight around her, and we both let out a sound. Fuck, I breathed for her. I breathed to make her happy, to love her.
“I fucking love you, Sweet Girl.” I murmured as she twisted to show me the love on her face.
“Love you too baby. Now, listen close. It’s about to get good.”
Gigi was about to prove how golden we really were.
