I did some horrible things.
“You tried to fucking kill Jill twice!” he yells. “And now you’re here agreeing with me?” His laughter chokes in his throat as he paces around my room. “God, this was a fucking mistake. I should never have come here.”
“I’m agreeing with you because I realize now what kind of pain it caused Jasmine,” I say.
“Jasmine, Jasmine,” he growls. “It’s always about her, isn’t it? Did it ever occur to you this world doesn’t fucking revolve around her or you?”
“It doesn’t revolve around you either,” I reply.
He stops and glares at me, shoulders slumped, body slanted. “I sacrificed everything to find you. Jill hated me when she saw you alive.” His eyes turn venomous. “When you filled her head with lies.”
“I know,” I say.
“No, I don’t think you do,” he says through gritted teeth. “I should’ve never have come to your stupid fucking cabin and told you all about your own damn life.”
I avert my eyes and look at the sky outside. If only I’d seen before just how beautiful it truly is. A gift. Another chance at life.
“If you still wanna kill me, that’s fine,” I say.
“Like you don’t wanna kill me too,” he growls back.
I frown, sighing as I think about it for a while. “No.”
I never actually wanted him dead.
Despite all the fucked-up shit he’s done, despite the fight we had … he’s still my fucking brother.
“Lies,” Luca retorts, and he rolls his eyes.
“I hated Jill, not you,” I say.
“The fuck you didn’t,” he spits back. “We both tried to kill each other more than once.”
“We were trying to protect the people we loved,” I reply.
“From each other!” he yells back.
And that’s just it, isn’t it? Everything that happened was caused by a single defining moment in our lives.
“The kiss,” I mutter.
“What?” Luca frowns.
“You’re still mad at me for kissing Jill,” I say.
Grinding his teeth, he stares at me with complete and utter rage. “You knew I wanted her for years. And you still went for it. Still chose to destroy me.”
I nod. “I know what I did. I never intended to hurt you, and I’m sorry.”
He frowns. “You’re sorry?”
“Yes,” I say.
“What? You think that’s gonna fix everything?” he balks.
“No, but it’s a start.”
“And you think I can believe your ‘sorry’ after you still went along with her, let her drive you off a fucking cliff?” He makes quotation marks with his fingers.