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With one step, Vic moved forward and Sapphire's stomach dropped.
"Vic please," she tried again.
His eyes were heavy lidded like a cat. "With everything else, there is nothing I would not do for them and they know it, you know it. But with this, with you…they should've never trusted me."
Mateo didn't always hate his son.
At one point the boy was his pride and joy. He was everything he had always wanted his son to be, responsible, strong, and smart.
But just like the rest of his ungrateful children and that whore of a wife, his son showed his true colors, abandoning him the moment things got hard.
Earlier he had listened to the voices downstairs. He had heard the girl's voice as well as the other two men she was fucking. Mateo let out a dry laugh that shot pain throughout his chest for the effort. He may not be down there with them, but he knew enough from watching from the window and listening that his son wanted her, too. That he wanted to join in on their sick relationship and was being kept out.
The thought made him smile. Good. He hoped the bastard never got her. He hoped he watched his friends' happiness in misery until the day he died.
Below him, a door slammed and Mateo scowled. He thought the house was empty.
Earlier he had banged against the wall with his cane near the bed hoping Victor or maybe even that whore of a girl would hear and come up. He wanted to see someone, anyone. Even if the sight of them filled him with anger. He hated to see his son. Hated to watch his face as he cleaned up his filth. Shame and jealousy twisted in Mateo's gut knowing that his son was no doubt disgusted by the withered mess he had become. Mateo was once strong too, dammit. Strong and cocksure just like him. Tears stung in his eyes as he thought about his lost youth and the man he once was.
Another noise from downstairs pulled him back from his spiraling thoughts and Mateo listened. There was a faint keening sound coming from somewhere below. Reaching for his phone, his hand paused midway to the nightstand and Mateo clenched it into a fist. Victor had taken his phone.
Another dull thud followed by another and another sounded from below.
Slowly, with pain and great effort, he got up from the bed. His gown that the idiot nurse had changed him into earlier that day practically flowed around his thin body. Months ago he had demanded Victor remove the mirror in the room. The sight of how much he had changed versus the image of himself he still tried to keep alive in his mind was too much. It nearly broke him.
Moving slowly out of the room, he shuffled down the hallway leaning heavily on the cane. The noises were louder now and unmistakable as he reached the top of the stairs. With his blood racing in his ears, Mateo eased himself down the stairs ignoring the pain all over his body that made him break out into a cold sweat. Coming down just enough he stood and watched through the crack of the open living room door as his son fucked the girl from behind.
Naked with her hands tied around her back, the girl's long brown and gold curls swung wildly around her head as her body bounced violently against Victor's hips. The muscles in his son's backside clenched as he plowed over and over again into the girl. Her cries for him to stop went ignored as his son held her tighter slamming her body back with each thrust forward.
Mateo couldn't move. He just stood and watched as his son yanked the girl up, bringing her closer to him and kissing her deeply. And despite all her earlier protest, she returned his kiss, her hips even moving back and forth against him.
Once again the anger and jealousy roared to life within Mateo as he made his way back up the stairs.
Chapter 16
Sapphiretwirledherpenin her hand absently as her biology teacher went over the difference between monomers and polymers. She wasn't listening to a word she was saying. This was the third class this morning her mind refused to stay engaged in, choosing rather to focus on the one thing she desperately didn't want to think about.
Vic.
It had been a little over a week since that day Vic came home early and every day since was like living between heaven and hell.
More and more things were changing for the guys for the better. Between the new soft opening of their gym, allowing the new dormitory students and a few citizens to use it, and Vic's daily involvement with the guy's life, things were good. A peaceful routine had settled between the four of them. Every afternoon Hayden and Joel would come down to the café kitchen where she was completing her orders for the morning and sit around the big kitchen island drinking their coffees as she worked. Eventually, Vic would stroll in through the swing doors with a coffee in hand and sit down with the guys. There they would go over the day's plans; either bouncing from the farm, which was needing less and less work with the new crew, or various repairs at their properties and then finally spend the rest of the evening at the bar. By the time the weekends hit they were all pretty much exhausted and usually spent it either at the farmhouse or the café house lounging on the couches and watching movies.
Too bad the bliss of it all was slowly killing her.
Guilt was eating her from the inside and out. Sapphire could hardly look Joel or Hayden in the eyes and see their trusting smiles. They did everything for her, sheltered her, help pay for her school, and loved her despite the whispers that ran through the town. And what did she do? Betray them with their best friend.
Sapphire's stomach knotted in self-disgust. Propping her head up with her hand, she turned and stared out the window to the small grove of trees near the science building. Closing her eyes, she frowned at the image of Vic's beautiful face that appeared in her mind. Dark eyes stared at her burning with need and she remembered that day at the farm.
Shifting in her seat, Sapphire frowned deeper at the heated feeling thrumming through her at the memory. It had been so beautifully wrong. The passion and torment that existed between them as he pushed himself into her body had nearly killed her. She needed him just as much as she hated him for doing this to her. Didn't he see that he was killing her? She couldn't eat or sleep because of him. How could she?! How could she sleep peacefully between the two men she loved so dearly after falling apart in the arms of another man hours before? How could food ever taste the same again when Hayden looked at her as if she was the moon and the stars?
Dropping her gaze away from the bright sky, Sapphire winced at the oncoming headache, something that had become a daily occurrence as of late. The guys wanted her to go back to the doctor, but there was no need. She knew it was just another side effect of the stress. Turning back to the teacher, she tried to pay attention once more.
After two more classes, she was finally walking across the parking lot.
*ding*
Pulling her phone out of her pocket, Sapphire checked the text message.
