Mitch
I stared into the space. Numb and Devastated.
How could Gia do this to me?
That image of her in the bikini refused to leave me.
The way he’d kissed her. The raw, unmistakable lust that had lit up her eyes. Worse still—the soft, broken moans that had drifted out of the bathroom while Maverick did things to her my mind still refused to fully picture.
Then out of nowhere, Vivienne’s squeal cut my train of thought. She set her phone in front of the dresser, flaunting the diamond ring Dad had delivered to her this morning to whoever she was with on a video call.
Her giggles, the blush of red on her cheeks, and that darned happiness on her face, sent a fresh wave of anger coursing through me. It reminded me of the rage that I had reserved for her and hadn’t unleashed yet.
“Where
