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He’s always been controlling, but the last few days, he’s been erratic and confused. Nico has him all twisted up inside. And all I can do is watch, cursed with knowledge I can’t give to Luca.
I guess this is my karma for leaving in the first place.
28
LUCA
I wake up slowly as moonlight streams in the window. My sleep schedule has been fucked since I got shot. I’m just so tired all the time, and if I don’t get sleep it’s like my head is full of bees. I’d acted like an asshole with Diego, twice in one night, and I need to apologize.
I sit up slowly, Sophia still snoring like a logger beside me. I smile down at her as she nearly snorts herself awake. She’d told me once that she didn’t snore. I don’t know why so many people in her life lied to her, because she snores like a long-haul trucker.
I drag my fingers along her bare arm to wake her and she doesn’t stir. I move my mouth to her neck, kissing along her throat, and she murmurs out something incoherent.
“Wake up, pixie,” I murmur against her skin. “Want to play with you.”
“Oh now you wanna play?” She huffs out a breath. “After you accused me of fucking your best friend?”
“Don’t act as if you haven’t lied to me, Sophia.”
She harrumphs and it’s cute.She’scute and I’m fucking crazy about her. It’s half her fault I got on Diego’s ass, curled up next to him on the couch the way she was. She has to know that drives me crazy, seeing her so close to him.
But she’s right. Diego would never, and I don’t even think she would. She’s never shown any interest in him before. It’s just that everything feels so topsy turvy. Someone is trying to kill me, and I’m beginning to think more and more itdoeshave something to do with my baby brother.
I still can’t wrap my head around the idea that he might put a hit out on me, though. It just doesn’t feel like Nico. He’s never been that organized, always flying by the seat of his pants. I am always the one that plans, not Nico.
But I can’t deny that it’s more and more suspicious all the time.
“M’awake, m’awake,” she slurs as I bite down on her skin, opening her hazy blue eyes. They focus on me slowly. “You’re not supposed to be so active, you know.”
“Active? I’m barely moving.”
I slide my hand across her chest to cup one of her breasts and she gasps.
“Still. Charlie said to take it easy.
“He said no such thing,” I argue, biting down on her skin again.
She yelps and sits up, crossing her arms over her chest. She’s wearing a big t-shirt, one I brought over for her, and a pair of men’s basketball shorts that swallow her up. I do my best not to smile at her.
You’re in love with her.
The thought seems to come out of nowhere and my almost-smile dissolves into a frown.
Sophiahuffs out a breath. “I should be mad at you.”
I groan. “No, pixie, don’t be mad at me.”
I twist toward her, wincing as it pulls my stitches.
“You thought I was sleeping with your best friend. You accused me of trying to put a hit out on you. I don’t have a right to be mad?”
“I didn’t say that,” I mumble, feeling guilt hot at the back of my head. I need to apologize to her and to Diego, too, for all that I put him through tonight. He’s always there for me, and I accused him of trying to kill meandgetting with my girl.
“You need to apologize to Diego,” she says pointedly, and I nod, hanging my head.
“I know. I will.”
“And in the meantime, you should make it up to me.” She grins wickedly and I raise an eyebrow.
