How dare you?
I landed the first punch and he staggered backwards. Any other motherfucker would have hit the ground hard. But Miguel wasn't just a random motherfucker — he had one of the most commendable stamina.
Hate to admit it, but I'm using more than half my strength to hit him right now. That's the only way I'd be able to inflict any kinda pain on him. He was that stoic.
“I'm sorry, Alpha Vince.” He muttered quickly. Again. But too bad his apology can't fix shit.
I flew my hand across his face again, landing another remarkable punch. This time, a knee hit the ground. He tried getting up but I stepped on his hand. He winced at the scrunching pain and he stayed down.
“You had one job — one fucking job. And you couldn't do it!”
“I'm sorry, Alpha Vince. I didn't know she had plans to come to the party. When I found out, it was already too late to inform you.”
“What happened to staying next to her every bloody second? How the hell did you leave her alone?!”
“She wouldn't let me come with her!” Miguel snapped in pain. “I tried, boss…”
“You didn't try hard enough. You would have insisted. You would have stuck next to her even if she didn't want you to. That way, she wouldn't have wandered into the arms of that bastard!”
“What bastard?”
“Liam fucking Roosevelt!!”
My outburst made the walls shake. It kinda hit me a few seconds late that I shouldn't be so loud. Elena was sleeping inside.
I took a few deep breaths. But the scent fluttered into my nostrils, making me spin around. Elena was behind us, staring.
Oh, fuck!!
She darted backward and sped back inside. I ran after her, shutting the door behind me.
She was fuming. I knew what was coming. We've been in this situation countless times. I could already feel the heat emanating from both our bodies.
“So it's true, then?!” She snapped, turning to look at me. “You had him spying on me. He was reporting back to you about my daily activities. That fucking creep!”
“He's not a creep. He was just following orders.”
“Oh, yeah?” She seethed, hands on her hips. “Then you're the creep!”
“Don't yell at me like that, Elena. I'm not your damn kid.” I hissed.
“I'll yell at you however the fuck I want, you hopeless creep!” She threw a pillow at me. It landed right on my face.
I bit back a curse. My jaw clenched so fucking hard. “That better be the last thing you throw at me.”
“Oh, it's not gonna be. I still plan to throw more stuff at you!”
“You better not—” my words went flat when another pillow landed right on my face.
This little, daring bitch!
I took quick steps towards her but she pointed a finger at me.
“Don't you come near me!”
It wasn't the aggressiveness with which she spoke that made me halt. It was the tears lingering in her eyes. Her anger mirrored the pain in her heart. A pain that I could instantly resonate with.
All of a sudden, my anger was gone. And I was beginning to feel that I deserved to be thrown at.
“How dare you, Vince?” She seethed, holding back her tears.
“How could I not?” I whispered between breaths, surrendering to my feelings. “I had to know what you were up to. I had to know how your day was going. Who you’re with…what you're doing…”
“Why?!” She cried out. “We're nothing to each other. You made that clear when you kept your distance from me. When you gave me Miguel so that I wouldn't call you up anymore for help. When you erased me from your life!”
“Erased you? That's fucking impossible. You're my whole existence, Elena. I could never erase you, even if I wanted to.”
“Yeah, that's flattering.” She laughed dryly. “So how much information was Miguel giving to you?”
She didn't wait for me to answer.
“Was he telling you that Trent and I argued almost every day? Or that I was depressed and sunk into work to get my mind off you? Or…or…that…” she was choking on her tears.
I couldn't comfort her. She wouldn't like that. So I stayed pinned at a spot, while my heart broke to shreds.
“...that I cried almost every day?”
She cried every day, and I bled every day. Ain't no way she had a harder time than I did.
Letting her go felt like I'd undergone a harsh amputation. I relied on watching her pictures and her videos. If I didn't have those, I would have died.
“Or that I waited for your calls on my birthday but it never came?”
“How could I call you, Elena? I was banned from getting in touch with you…”
“You're not one to follow rules, Vince! Don't feed me that crap. You would have called if you wanted to!”
“Yes, maybe you're right. I didn't wanna call.” I said, with my shoulders sagged. “I was already having a hard time being away from you. Calling you up would have been more agonizing than pleasurable.”
“Is that it? Then what about a text? Or…or…a message through your creepy sidekick? Anything!”
Her outburst was crushing me. I gritted back the pain, so I could speak.
“If you're thinking I forgot about your birthday, then you're wrong. If you're thinking that I didn't spend the whole day thinking about you, then you're fucking wrong, Elena. Because I did. I daydreamed all day. And I had a present for you. I still have it. I'd give it to you right now if you want.”
Her mouth snapped shut. She seemed taken aback. Then seconds later, she spoke again.
“What is it?”
I went to my nightstand and pulled out a locker. I took the file and dropped it on the bed.
“There it is.”
She side-eyed it but stubbornly refused to pick it up. I picked it up instead, opened it, and showed her.
Her eyes squinted slightly, reading of it. Then she gasped, looking up at me.
“Are you insane?”
“Yes, Elena. I lost my mind that day. And I did this. I couldn't send it over to you for you to sign because I thought I'd have second thoughts. I thought I was gonna regret my action but I don't. So here, you can have it.”
She gasped again. “You're giving me your properties?”
“80%, yes. I was gonna give it to our son…” my heart clenched at that. I guess some wounds never heal. “...but you can have it instead.”
“No!” She moved backward, shaking her head in disbelief. “Are you insane?”
“I already answered that. I wanna believe you haven't gone deaf.” I said, dropping the file on the bed. I was getting pissed by her all-so-familiar reaction. She's trying to flatly reject this. Her ass can't help but always reject my every fucking nice gesture.
“You can't give me your shares,” she scoffed.
“Why's that?”
“Because…it's insane!!” She threw her hands in the air. “You have a mate…”
“We're on the verge of getting a divorce.”
“...and a son, who should inherit all that.”
“I don't have a son. None that I know of.” I stated flatly.
She stared at me for seconds. “On what grounds are you giving me your shares, Vince?”
I stepped closer. She didn't move away. I stopped an inch away from her. I could see her struggling to keep her breathing steady. Her eyes were lowered. She was avoiding my gaze.
I towered over her, keeping my hands in my pocket. If I let them out, I'd end up grabbing her.
But God, her scent is intoxicating.
“Vince…” she whispered.
I swallowed a lump. “You're my love. You're my girl. You drive me crazy. You're always on my mind. You're the one I wanna be with forever. You're my reason for living, Elena..."
“I'm not…”
“Yes, you are. You got no idea…”
“It doesn't make sense. Aunt Vanessa will get mad…”
“I hope she does, literally,” I whispered back, subtly nuzzling her neck. She shivered. “If you take my shares, she won't have anything to take from me. She'll have no choice but to divorce me.”
“No.” Elena moved. Walked to another corner, breaking our proximity. “I don't want it, Vince. Thank you but I don't.”
Her rejection pierced right into my feelings. “So you'd rather go beg Liam Roosevelt to invest in your company than take the wealth I'm offering?”
It makes no fucking sense.
“I’m not begging him. I'm just gonna pitch a proposal, and hopefully, he accepts, and we'll become business partners.”
“Ain't there other potential business partners out there? Females? Less assholes? Why does it have to be him?”
Her brows scrunched in confusion. “I don't understand. What's your problem with Mr. Roosevelt?”
“He's a scumbag who stole my clients a few times in the past. Now he's interested in you. That makes him a wretched bastard and my number one enemy right now.”
“In…interested in me?” She stuttered. “Where did you get that?”
“Oh, for fuck's sake, Elena. Stop being so damn naive!” I hissed. “Didn't you see the way he was looking at you? Or when he leaned in to get a whiff of you?!”
“We were just talking…”
“Yes, but when normal people talk, they keep their fucking distance. They don't undress the other with their eyes. And they don't have lascivious looks in their eyes. They don't get all giddy. Liam was doing it all. His fucking dick was hard for you!”
“And how the hell is that your problem?!” She yelled back. “We're not mates, Vince. And you're not my Father. You have no right to question who I hang out with. You have no right to insult him either.”
We're mates, you little piece of…sexiness!
“You don't have the right to tell me who to hang out with. You don't have the right to order my life. And you certainly don't have the right to be jealous!”
“We’ve fucked, Elena. I've busted my damn nuts inside you. You briefly carried my child. I've done countless crazy shit for you. I wanna think I already earned all those rights you insist I don't have.”
“Well, you earned it and lost it when you insisted on keeping your distance. So keep doing that. Keep your damn distance and don't try to meddle in my life!”
She grabbed her shoes and headed for the door. Then she stopped and spun around.
“I don't ever wanna see Miguel in my house again. Keep your man. I'll be fine without him and you!”
“Bullshit. He's going with you.”
“I just said—”
“I built that house, little girl! I have every right to keep my man there. Neither you nor your bloody mate can chase him away!”
She paled slightly at my enraged tone, making me tone it down instantly.
“I understand you're angry. I fucking do. But Mi
guel goes with you. You don't have a choice here.”
She fumed hard and stormed out of the room, slamming the door so hard that my ears buzzed.
Fuck you, Elena Peters! Fuck you! And Fuck me!!!