That the man can show his face here after what he had done, I know that Castaneda is behind what happened. How I am going to prove it, that I do not know. But one thing is for sure; I am not leaving Trinity alone with the fucking asshole.
So I wait for her to change into something that will please him, why I do not know, and I follow her downstairs to where the fuck is waiting for her in the lounge.
Now, if I say that the man is not happy to see me, then that would be an understatement. Then that is when it hits me. He was trying to run ME off the road; the stupid asshole he hired to do it did not check if someone was with me in the car. Trinity was never his intended target.
Well, Castaneda. This is fucking war.
“What a displeasure to see you again, Castaneda.”
“I can say the same about you, Cruz. I did not know that you are still around?”
“Where else would I be? You seem awfully surprised.”
“No, more like sorry for your pathetic ass that keeps running after a woman that you cannot have.”
Then much to annoy the fuck out of me, he has asked Trinity to sit next to him. The poor girl only looks at me with eyes pleading to be rescued, but I cannot do I thing.
I.. Cannot. Do. A. Thing.
But wait, “Don’t you have a gun to go play with Cruz.”
“Castaneda, I know where I would love to play with a gun, but unfortunately, Vic won't take kindly if I shoot his house guests.”
“I am glad that you think that you will come close enough to me to even try.”
“What makes you think I need to be close to you?”
“Why don’t you just run along and leave my fiancé and me alone.”
Fuck.
Now I nearly choked on my breath there, but let us reserve our comment.
Though what ‘Mr. You Cannot Touch Me’ does not know is that I am not leaving the room. Vic made that very clear. Now do explain to me, in which world can you not leave a woman alone with her soon-to-be-husband?
In mine. Trinity is mine. Even though I will never be with her, she will always be mine. In my heart and in this messed-up delusional mind. And I think that Castaneda knows that he might have her, but that is as best as what he is going to get.
“So, Castaneda, if she is your fiancé, then where is the ring?”
“Well, you so rudely took her away from me before I could even slip it on. And, Cruz, it does not take a ring to show what is mine.”
“Really? What is yours? A trophy wife that hates your shit more than I do.”
“Well, that is not what she said when she screamed my name the last time.”
Oh no, he did not. Did he just say that? Well, guess what. I rise slowly from my chair and step two steps closer to where he is sitting with that godawful smile on his face…then…
“Trinity, do you want something from the kitchen? I think that Karlo needs some water to wash that filthy mouth of his.”
With that, much to my own inner protest, I leave the lounge before my fist lands square in his face. I hate the man, and what I hate more is Trinity being inches away from him. That sweet voice that was begging me just now is uttering its name.
It makes my skin crawl.
What the fuck is he doing here anyway? He does not visit women; he picks them up, fucks them, and then dumps them, all in one night. Why is he here to swoon Trinity?
Perhaps to make sure that the bodyguard is out of the way?
Well, we have the whole day to play cat and mouse, for Trinity, for one, will not be alone in his presence ever again, and for two, she will never leave this house with him.
I am her shadow. Where she goes. I go.
With this twirling around in my perfect mess that is my head, I find Alexa standing in the kitchen watching this whole damn thing unfold.
“Hey, Alexa.”
“Hey, Colton. What is that pig doing here?”
“I don’t know, but I think I have what was behind the hit.”
“What? Did he say something?”
“Ya, between the lines. It was me. He wanted me out of the way.”
“God, Colton, we need to speak to Vic.”
Just then, we hear a scuffle and a rather loud thud behind us. As I spin around, we find Vic standing behind us. Now first, we thought he heard us, but by the way, he is cursing; it is obvious that he just walked into the chair that Alexa was sitting on only a few minutes ago.
Ya. I am not talking to him about shit. Karlo is his golden boy. And until I have proof, there is nothing that I can do. So, just as I am about to leave, he calls after me.
“Colton, is that Karlo with Trinity?”
“Yes, I thought you knew?”
“No, the man does not visit a woman. It seems he is cleaning his act up.”
Ya, right, Vic, just keep telling yourself that.
But all I do is nod my head, “Well, I guess we will see pigs fly after all.”
With that, Alexa bursts out in laughter, much to Vic’s annoyance. I only but chuckle and hurry my ass back over to the lounge. And…I…Should…Have…Come…Sooner. Or perhaps later.
Now, this is how it goes. I am turning the corner, very confident that I have Karlo in his place. So I am taking this corner with elegance and confidence. And let me add this, I had Trinity a while ago. So imagine my shock, disappointment, agony, betrayal, god, you pick the word. But…
THE FUCKING ASSHOLE HAS KISSED HER…AGAIN.
And. She. Let. Him.
Why?
Well, he is about to answer that for me.
“Cruz, do you always walk into something where two people are busy?”
“Castaneda, do you always force a helpless woman to kiss you?”
“She is mine; if I want to kiss her, then she will. That is how it works, Colton, and you know that.”
“Ya, that word trophy wife comes to mind again. But answer me this, why are you doing house visits today?”
“That is none of your business. Now, I saw Vic, can I trust you to keep your paws off my fiancé while I am gone?”
“You should never trust me.”
And then he is gone.
Ya, now what do I say to Trinity? How many different men are going to have their tongues in her mouth on one single day? Now, let us just hope Castaneda did not, but I can pretty much say that he had something in her mouth.
So, she moves closer to me, and I can see her trying to find the words to say, and I think after five minutes, I can confidently say that she can only say,
“I am sorry.”
“Princess, stop saying sorry. You are going to say sorry to me at least twenty times a day. After a while, it is going to be like you don’t even mean it. So, please, stop saying sorry. I know this is what is going to happen, and the fuck up thing about this is that I am going to have to get used to it. And I am even going to come to the point that I will no longer be in the room. “
“But, Colton, I don’t want to kiss him.”
“Why do you? Don’t give me the shit that you have to? You can say no.”
“You know I cant. Not for daddy. I need to make daddy happy, but I also want to make you happy.”
“Ya, but you cant do both. And that is where I am making it easier for you. I am stepping back. I have stepped back.”
“But what about just now?”
“It should not have happened, Trinity. You are my poison; I am going to keep on trying to take you. You are going to keep on being that woman that brings me down. Every. Time. And I am going to let you. I will keep stealing those kisses, I will keep taking those risks where I give you the pleasure your body craves, but I cannot. I. Cannot. Do. It. I have to stop. I have to turn away and let you be with another man. Even. If. It. Kills. Me.”
I see those brown eyes fill up with tears. The thing is, I am going to keep on seeing those tears because I am going to be the one that will keep on causing them. Every time I am going to let her in, and then I will realize that I should not have. Then, I will push her away. I cannot keep on doing that either.
We are not meant to be. In Vic’s world, we are not meant to be.
Ya, this is killing me.
So I get up, and I do what Colton does best.
Exit.