The Wounded Love novel Chapter 39

"That's it?" Dante frowned with his hands clenched into fists.

"Yeah, pretty much. Why are you so upset?"

Dante didn't respond right away. Instead he grabbed another towel to dry his hair and upper body. He threw on the t-shirt I brought him. "Silvio never comes over to say hi. There's always a motive behind it."

"What's up with you two?" I followed him as he walked out of the bathroom and plopped himself down on my bed with the towel still around his waist.

"I don't like him." It he said it as if it was a fact. There no emotion behind his words.

Dante then pulled out his cellphone and punched in a weird phone number. After letting it ring for a good minute he was sent to voicemail. He tried to call the same number but again, no one picked up. Dante whipped his phone across the room and took a deep breath. He didn't even look like Dante in that moment. It was as if I was staring at a complete stranger.

He looked up at my face and suddenly my Dante was back. "Don't worry about it, baby. I'll take care of him, just promise me you'll try to stay away from him. He's bad news." He took my hand and pulled me into his lap.

"You've told me that before." I ran my hand through his hair and asked, "What did he do to you?"

"Nothing. He's actually very overprotective, but he does bad things that I don't want to be involved in, and that worries me because if he goes down I go down with him."

"What does he do?" I wondered aloud.

"He does what he has to do. Rules don't apply to him, and he completely lacks a sense of basic human decency." Dante laced my fingers with his and said, "It's bad enough when he calls, I don't want to imagine what drove him all the way to America."

Dante's hair was still wet and cold from the shower, so when it dropped down my neck my body visibly shivered causing him to laugh. "You're funny."

I playfully punched his chest and somehow in the midst of the madness that was our lives we found ourselves in a full make out session as if we were a high school couple who had the house to themselves.

Dante chuckled against my lips. "How do you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Distract me so easily. It's not fair." He complained.

Dante left my room at about eleven. I invited him to come with me out of courtesy, but thankfully he had other plans which I just assumed were with his creepy dad.

"I can't tell if she likes me or not. It was very uncomfortable the last time she was here." He confessed, resting his head on my lap.

"Eh, it's just the Botox. Besides, she found out about our one night stand."

He winced but didn't ask me how. "Well technically it wasn't a one night stand because you know," He pulled on the hem of my shirt with his teeth and then kissed my stomach. "We are still doing it."

"I rather not go into the details of my sex life with her."

"Because it's so dirty, stella? You don't want her to know all of the bad things you do to me and let me do to you?" Dante looked up at me innocently.

"Shut up." I punched his arm. "She was pissed when I lost my virginity just because I wasn't married yet." I didn't tell her when I lost it but somehow she knew, maybe the same way she knew I had had sex with Dante that night.