Ruin
What the hell…. roughly I pushed the girl who was half on my lap onto her own chair, leaning on the table as I watched Avery lift her face up to welcome Truth's kisses. And he did kiss her, running his fingers up her throat to cup her cheek as he claimed her mouth with his.
“That son of a bitch.” I ground it out. “I’m going to kill him.”
“What’s my brother done now?” Wicked tore his own face away from the woman he had chosen for the night. His eyes searching and then he swore. “Is that Avery?”
“Yes.” My hand clenched under the table. “Yeah, that’s Avery with your brother’s tongue in her mouth.” I didn’t even know why I was so angry. She wasn’t mine, we had barely exchanged a dozen civil words since she had got back and yet… I was jealous.
She couldn’t even say be civil with me b
