Inevitable (A Kingpin Love Affair 2)

“Jared. Zerro.” I heard James yell but felt nothing. My body was numb, and my mind lacked words. There were no words for this.

I watched as Zerro rushed in, his hands and mouth moving a hundred miles an hour. None of it mattered, though. Deep inside of me, something was happening, something similar to an earthquake. I was cracking—breaking.

His arms wrapped around me, and I was moving. He carried me to the bedroom, laying me down on the bed. He continued to shout demands at whoever would listen as I blacked out every word he said.

“Talk to me, Bree. Say something, anything,” he pleaded, shutting the door to our room. What could I say? What would I say? I was numb? I was lost in the sea of lies.

Tears streamed down my face, making their own river.

“Are you in shock? What the fuck is going on, Bree? You’re scaring me.” I wanted to say good. Who could I blame? My mother was dead. John was dead. Mack was the only living evil next to Zerro, and though I was losing it, I knew my heart belonged to him. I stayed silent, replaying the letter over in my mind.

“Bree, fucking talk to me,” Zerro shouted. His hands dug into my shoulders as he shook me trying to get any response he could. Did he know? I had no way of knowing if he did or not. I had no way to know what was true and wasn’t.

“Lies upon lies. AND then more fucking lies. My whole life was one gigantic fucking lie. Selfishness got in the way of it all.” I cried, my anger shattering the air in the room. Zerro’s eyes grew large as he watched me sit up. He covered the remaining steps separating us before coming to stand in front of me.

“It’s a lie!” I screamed, shoving him with my hands. He stood there like a brick wall, which just added more fuel to my fire.

“She should’ve told me. She should’ve fucking said something. She shouldn’t have died and left me here without answers. She thought a fucking piece of paper would do justice…” I pounded my fists against his chest at his unemotional state, the anger inside of me swelling.

“Why are you just standing there, say something, or get out!” I growled glaring at him. I was broken. I was so fucking broken. The pieces of me shattered along with everything else that made me who I was.

“You’re hurting. You want something to take it out on. If you want to hurt me, then do it.” Those are the only words he said as he started at me, black opals shining in the light. The brown of his eyes were lost in the black.

“Hurt you? Who do you think I am?” I stood, pushing him back and away from me. I couldn’t handle the closeness right then. I couldn’t handle anything. I lied and said I had a grasp on things, but we both knew I didn’t.

“You’re Bree fucking Forbes. You’re having a meltdown, now pummel me to the ground. Work out this fucking anger and sadness,” he growled. He was feeding off me. I gritted my teeth, looking him straight in the eyes.

“You’re feeding off me, using me. You’re as bad as they are,” I said, taking the steps needed to get in his face. I felt his hot breath against my cheek, but I didn’t care. If I were broken, I didn’t want to be alone in the act.

“Stop twisting this into something it isn’t,” he seethed, anger just on the surface of overflowing.

“Oh, but it is. Twisting it would have to make it untrue. You knew, didn’t you? You knew all along?” I growled, smacking his face with the side of my hand. Bubbles of anger simmered within me.

His jaw clenched as he ground his teeth together. One of his hands snaked out, gripping my hair. It pulled tightly against my scalp, and I hissed, releasing a bit of pain. Leaning into my face, he tilted me up to look at him.

“Never accuse me of doing or knowing something you damn well know I could never keep from you.” His tone was off the rails, animalistic by nature.

Leaning even closer to him, almost causing our lips to touch, I said, “I didn’t accuse you of shit. I stated a fact!” The words spat from my mouth, and the second they left it, I was flying. For one moment, I was freighted. My body was airborne, and as I landed on the bed with precision, my breaths came in as pants and my chest heaved with anger.

“How dare you!” I growled, trying to get up but was only able to make it a foot before Zerro’s body leaned over mine, trapping me.

“Were going to play a game, Bree. We’re going to get rid of all of this anger, and the best way I see fit is to fuck. So tell me—top or bottom?”

Zerro

Her body quivered with a need for release. It wasn’t just the sex though; this was the mental kind of release. Her breakdown was coming, and it wasn’t going to be anything like when you came during sex.

“Get the fuck away from me.” She hissed like a cat. She reminded me of a trapped animal. Her eyes were empty and her anger was coming forth. You know what it’s like when you’re caught between wanting to give up and wanting to cry, but still hold onto hope? That’s where she was.

“The only place I’m going is inside of you.” I smiled like a prick, my arms trapping her so she was unable to move. Whatever was going on inside of that pretty head of hers had nothing to do with her and me. No, it solely had to do with the information she was given.

“Tell me, Bree, what was it that pushed you over the edge the most—your mother lying to you or me killing John?” It was a low blow, and if I were to cringe, even the slightest bit, she would call my bluff, but it was the only way I knew how to get her to acknowledge it all. She squirmed beneath me, trying to run I assumed.