The Wounded Love novel Chapter 19

"You are married and I'm-?

"No I'm not. I didn't marry her, Skyla. It wasn't right. You were the one who was supposed to be in that dress up on that stage. Not her." He said in disgust.

He didn't marry her. I couldn't believe it.

"Nick, get off of me or I swear to god I will push you in front of that bus." I was mad and scared. He was an angry drunk and he was strong. I couldn't tell what was going through that mind of his.

"No you won't." He pushed me further into the wall."You know you won't baby, and if you do I'll just take you with me."

He wasn't thinking straight, this wasn't him. Drunk Nick was an entirely different person from sober Nick, he would turn into the hulk, I've seen it before and I was afraid that if I pushed him too far I would see it again. He bent his head down and began to kiss my neck. "This feels so good." He said quietly. "You smell good, baby."

"Nick stop!" He only pushed me further into the wall. I was prepared to scream for help when Nick flew off of me.

Dante had him by the throat. Now Nick was the one pushed against the wall. Haha you son of a bitch.

"I believe she told you to leave her alone." His angry voice was so deep and so fierce.

"Yes." Nick replied, his hand on Dante's wrist, trying to get himself out of the choke hold. "She told me. She didn't tell you to do anything."

"I know, and I also know how grateful she is for my help. If I catch you within a hundred feet of her I will make an indent of your head in this wall. Understand me?" Dante continued to push him further into the bricks.

"You really are like Silvio." I heard Nick say in a raspy voice. "And I don't just mean in looks. You're cruel and short tempered too. No matter how far you run, or how much you hide there's always going to be one thing that you can't escape, Dante. Blood. Whether you want to accept it or not, you're his son. His own flesh and blood." Nick's mouth formed a cruel smile.

"You know, stupid, dense, an idiot."

"I know what imbecile means, Skyla." His tone had changed, it was... scary. "I am not stupid, dense, or an idiot."

"Maybe not, but your acting like one. I need answers, Dante. Who are you, what the f@ck was that?" I was going to get my answers one way or another. I'd annoy them out of him or seduce them out of him... I probably couldn't use fear, he didn't seem scared of anyone.

"This isn't the place, Skyla." Finally, finally he turned around!

"This is not the place? Why is that, Dante? Embarrassed to be getting yelled at by a girl. Am I hurting your big fat manly ego? That's fine. We'll just go somewhere else." I grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him into the ladies room. I wish I could say I forced him into the ladies room, but he came willingly. I wasn't strong enough to force him anywhere. He probably realized it was best if he just cooperated.

Dante leaned against one of the sinks with his arms crossed. I stood in front of him and gave him the best evil look I could manage. "What?" He asked, looking me right in the eyes. I guess my evil look was a total flop because he seemed unfazed by it.