Page 115 of The Loathing
“How did you get the scar?” I ask before my brain catches up.
“Why did your wife leave?”
My eyes widen and I scoff, “I was waiting for that one, anything else you want to know?”
“I know everything about you Titty.”
“Scar?”
“A brawl.”
“With?”
“No one important,” and I can tell by his tone that it is someone important.
After a minute or two I answer his question. “I have no idea why… gave up asking that question a long time ago.”
I hear Xavier sigh. “For the record…” he clears his throat, sitting back in his office chair and linking his fingers together, “I tried looking for her, I tried seeing if I could find anything that may have given you answers but…”
“I appreciate it,” I give him a firm nod, cutting him off. And it’s the truth. I did but that part of my life is over.
He nods back and I feel like we both have a mutual understanding.
“So, plan?”
“Mate, get off my case,” he rolls his eyes in an over exaggerated manner and before I can answer the door swings open and his expression softens so I know it’s Royal.
“Titus, would you like another drink? A cold compress for your bruising cheek and eye?” Royal asks.
“I would like a drink, I’m parched,” Xavier pipes up but she just ignores him as if he isn’t in the room and I roll my lips, trying to hold off my laugh.
“I’ll take a water if that’s okay?” I smile at her, and she takes my coffee cup.
“Are you hungry?” she asks.
“Fucking famished,” Xavier answers but she doesn’t look in his direction.
“I am okay, thank you,” I turn to face Xavier and give him a wide grin.
“I’ll be back in just a moment with a water and cold compress,” she reaches forward and places her hand on my shoulder, and I hear the deep rumbling growl that vibrates through Xavier.
She turns and walks out of the room, slamming the door as she does.
“She is so annoyed with you,” a deep, throaty laugh escapes me but the more I try and hold it in, I can’t.
“I’m glad you find it amusing.”
“Oh, I do,” my head falls back as more laughter erupts from me.
“If you want to know the plan I suggest you shut the fuck up,” he shouts and I scoff, palming my cheek when I realise I have reduced myself to tears.
“Go on then, I’m all ears.”
CHAPTER FORTY
AMORA
It’s been three days since I last saw Titus and my heart is cracking a little more every day. Staring at my dark grey, violet and black painting it looks as depressed as I feel.
