Page 162 of Unorthodox
Fuck it.
I take that one too.
Down it.
Addison grabs the blanket from the floor, pulls it over her lap as she angles herself toward me, her fingers plucking at the velvety fabric. “Max, maybe you should slow down.”
She fucking betrayed me.I pour another drink. My hands are shaky as I swallow it, rage coursing through me.
I can’t snap on her though.
I can’t, because if I do, it’s not just her I hurt.
It’s Ollie.
And he’s too damn close for me to break every bone in Addison’s body to get rid of this writhing sense of disgust I feel with her now. With myself.
Dante died because of her. Evora died because of her. Luca betrayed me, for her.
My brother has already suffered too much because of me.
I won’t let him suffer for her too.
The decanter is empty when I pour my fourth drink, but there’s another one if I need it. As it is though, my head is already starting to spin. It’s been a while since I drank this much.
Still, I shoot back the last of my drink, slam the cup on the table so hard it rattles the rest of the glasses.
“Max.” Addison’s voice is hoarse.
I turn to stare at her, my jaw clenched.
She looks apprehensive, but not scared.
Stupid, brave girl.
I clasp my hands together to stop myself from putting them around her throat.
“What’s wrong?” she whispers.
“What’s wrong?”I almost laugh.You fucking betrayed me.
I don’t say it.
“Remember that video I played for you and Dante?” I ask her instead.
She flinches, moving away from me on the couch, making herself small as she pulls her knees into her chest. I think about how good it felt to be inside of her. To make her hurt.
How well she took it.
I think, too, about how good it felt to be gentle to her. To care for her.
Fuck her.
She’ll be good for Jameson.
He’ll fucking love her. He’ll fuck her brains out every chance he gets. Then she’ll fuck him over too and he can beat the fuck out of her. She’s perfect for this.
“I asked you a question.”
