“When you called her your woman, she had this look on her face, like she didn’t like it…or she was uncomfortable.”
She could push me away all she wanted, but I would just pull tighter—like a f*****g viper.
“Did you hear what I said—”
“What do you want from me, Luca?” I turned back to him. “I don’t care that she’s married. I don’t care that she’s getting divorced. I don’t care if she says she’s not ready for a relationship. She’s my woman—period. You better get f*****g used to it.”
“You’ve never been with the same woman twice, and all of that changes for her? I get she’s f*****g hot with nice t**s, but—”
“What the f**k did you just say?”
He raised his hand slightly then brought it down, like that would somehow decrease my ire. “I just don’t want you to get f****d over, man. That’s a
