Taste of it

Chapter 8: Crossing the Line

My hand hits the counter faster than I've ever moved in my life, the sound of my palm echoes off the walls and surrounds us. Alexia's body flinches but she doesn't seem scared, the sound scared her not what I actually did.

She stares back at me and leans on her elbows, admiring me with those devious eyes that I absolutely despise. I can see her analysing me, picking me apart but I won't stand for her s**t. Not in my own f*****g house when I can throw her out at any give moment.

I grip onto some of her papers underneath my fingers and scrunch up her work, my fists vibrating at the frustration deep inside me. "Listen here you f*****g b***h," the words hiss through my teeth. "You dare talk to me like that again and I swear I'll-"

"You'll what?"

Her ice cold voice has my nostrils flaring in irritation.

"Lay a finger on me and see how my brother will take it," she drops down her tone and leans in closer to me. "I know he's just as deadly as you are, sabotage your own world and see how that works out for you because there will be nothing left of it if you want to cross that line."

I can feel my eye twitch painfully, the determination in her voice has me wanting to grip her hair at the stands and shove her into the nearest wall. She's not scared of me but I want her to be, I want her to be f*****g terrified of me.

She has no idea what I'm capable of.

But I know if I touch her she'll go running to Gabriel and I don't even want to know how that will end. This is an impossible situation because someone is going to end up dead regardless.

"I'd watch what you f*****g say in my house," I growl out to her. "You don't want to know what the consequences are."

Alexia tilts her head and a devilish smile covers her lips. "God, you sure have some pent up anger don't you? All I have done is sit here and do my work. Don't forget you're the one who communicated with me, I was happy to ignore your existence."

God, I want to f*****g strangle her.

She exhales a long and tired sigh, she checks the watch on her wrist and then pushes her glasses back onto her face. "Now would you mind," she leans over to grab the pieces of paper I have crumpled and attempts to straighten them out. "I've got a test to prepare for."

As she moves her hands back to her lap my eyes dart down to her chest, arms squished against one another and giving me a perfectly good angle of her cleavage. Breasts carved to perfection in the tiny black long sleeved top she's wearing.

One that doesn't leave much to the imagination.

And why the f**k am I even looking?

I tear my eyes away and remove myself from the kitchen before I do something that I regret. Gabriel is going to be the first person I speak to tomorrow because this s**t can't continue, if she wants to keep disrespecting me, fine. But there are going to be consequences and I don't care what Gabriel says.

No one gets away with disrespecting me and shoving it in my face like a laughing matter.

She will not get away with it. She will learn her f*****g lesson.

"Cazzo. I can't f*****g deal with it anymore, Gabriel."

(Cazzo: f**k)

"It's not even been a week, come on Lonzo. Give it a rest." Gabriel shakes his head as he paces between the space in front of my desk.

My teeth dig into each other and my jaw begins to ache. "You said it would be like she's not even here but she is, she's everywhere. All the time."

He tuts and rolls his eyes at me, an action that makes me want to slam his face into the nearest wall. "You've been under a lot of stress man, s**t has been going on and it doesn't help that Alexia is here but she is doing nothing. It's not like she can leave and go do her own thing, my parents have asked for her protection."

My finger grip onto the edge of my desk and I lower my head. "When I come home I just want peace."

"She told me she was only studying."

I whip my head up to meet his gaze instantly. "That mouth is going to get her in f*****g trouble."