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Tommy slammed our apartment door and turned on his heel toward me, so menacingly with those savage, dark eyes. His jaw twitched, and he clenched his fists. “What the fuck were you doing at Alessandro’s place?”
He stepped toward me, but I didn’t step away.
“Huh? Were you fucking him? Is that what family whores like you do when I’m out working?”
“Out working?! You’re never out working! You leave to fuck that damn whore every single fucking night, but I can’t even associate myself with another man?!” I screamed at him, unable to hold it back anymore. “You’re the biggest fucking hypocrite I know!”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Karrie.”
Tommy shook his head at me. “You’re fucking crazy. I’ve never cheated on you.”
My eyes widened. “I’m fucking crazy?! You drive me fucking crazy! I watched her suck you off. I watched you two send naked pictures back and forth. I watched you flirt with her at the family party in front of every single one of the family members.” I poked a finger into his chest. “And you want to call me crazy and a whore?!”
A look of pure wrath crossed Tommy’s face, and I sucked in a quiet breath, never having seen him look so terrifying before. Not many things scared me, but the look of a crazy stronzo who had a loaded gun in the waistband of his pants did, especially when he’d just got outed for cheating.
“How long has it been going on?” I asked, placing a hand on my hip. All I could feel was anger and betrayal. I fucking hated Tommy, but it still hurt to know that he had betrayed me after I’d been so vulnerable for so long with him. “A few weeks? Months? Since we started dating?”
“You need to stay in your own business,” Tommy said.
“Finding out that my boyfriend has been cheating on me isn’t my business?”
He let out a menacing growl and stepped closer to me, wrapping a hand around the front of my throat and pushing me against the cabinets. “Don’t fucking overstep. You don’t know what you’ve gotten this family into. I know about the damn cop you’re in with.”
It was him. Fucking Tommy.
I shrugged my shoulders and smirked. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Looking for your mother’s murderer. Trying to bring up old fucking cases when they’ve been closed for years now. You need to stop before you get yourself in bigger trouble.”
“I haven’t been doing that,” I said, lying straight through my teeth. If he could gaslight me, I was going to gaslight him. Make him feel crazy. Act like I had done nothing wrong. Because I hadn’t. “I’ve spent all my nights doing work for Daddy or staying with Alessandro, who has given me more than you ever could.” I scratched my nails against his chest. “Fucked me harder than you ever have. Left me begging for mo—”
Tommy squeezed my neck harder and pinned me to the cabinets. “I’m going to kill that motherfuck—”
I kneed him right in his balls and he doubled over in pain. “That’s for cheating on me.” I dug the heel of my shoe right into his crotch and smirked. “That’s for lying about it. And this”—I slammed all my weight onto him for a second time—“is to make sure you don’t have any kids with that whore.”
He turned onto his side, grasping his testicles, and I grabbed the gun from his waistband and pointed it at him.
“Get out of my fucking house,” I said, jaw twitching.
Tommy crawled to the door like the stupid fucking idiot he was. “You’re going to regret this.”
“I’m sure I won’t,” I said, slamming the door behind him.
I locked it and turned back to Matteo, who stared, wide-eyed, at me.
I cocked a brow at him. “Do you want to be next? Because I’d be more than happy to put a bullet straight through your head right now for knowing about this and not keeping it a secret.”
When he didn’t respond, I clenched my jaw harder. “Then, get ready. I’m leaving at seven tonight for a party at Alice’s.”
“You’re not going. I have strict orders to watch you until your father tells me otherwise.”
My red lips curled into a smirk, and I stuck the gun into my waistband. I was going to Alice’s damn party with or without Tommy’s stupid fucking right-hand man.