thing.”
“And what’s that?”
“Your name…Calomino. I was expecting some Italian-looking chick, not a fucking blonde bombshell. No offense.”
The obscenity-laced compliment had her both affronted and pleased, which then conveyed itself physically as an unladylike scoff.
I told ya! Rhys pointed out, apparently excited to have someone else confirm what he had thought all those weeks ago.
“Oh yeah, you two are brothers all right,” she muttered.
“Look. You seem like a nice…girl, and all. But you have to know I’m not buying all this shit.” He shook a finger at her. “There’s some way you know all this…the album, the childhood stuff…but I haven’t quite figured it. I will though.” He steepled his fingers as he studied her, apparently waiting for a reaction.
Dickweed.
Addison snorted her agreement as she crossed her arms.
“What?”
“Not that you’ll believe me, but Rhys just called you a dickweed. I concur.” He didn’t seem surprised, just calculating.
“I thought you two are close?” Addison asked, surprised he wouldn’t have some reaction to the dickweed reference.
“We were.”
We are.
To hear their deep voices answering in unison—one externally and one internally—was more than she could handle. Groaning she held her head. “Oh great. I get to hear you in stereo now.”
Xavier suddenly flew out of his chair, grabbed her arms and hauled her to her feet. “Cut the crap, lady. I’ve had it with this shit! What the hell kind of game are you playing here, huh? What the fuck do you want from me? Where the hell do you think this is going to get you? Answer me!”
She stared up at him, stunned, with wide eyes as Rhys ranted in her head.
Xavier, you piece of shit! Back the fuck off! You’re lucky I can’t control her movements or I’d have her pounding on your fucking ass!
“Now, everyone just hold on a minute!”
Addison jerked out of Xavier’s grip and pushed her face into his. Just as she was about to put a palm on his chest to shove him back, Rhys started fuming again.
He can’t fucking treat you like that! If I could get my hands on him I’d fucking—
The instant her hand made contact, a jolt shot down her arm. Her breath caught in a wheeze as her shoulders lifted and her back arched. It felt like her soul was ripped straight out of her body, then snapped back like a rubber band.
“Hey!” Xavier barked out, jumping back as his palm flew to his chest.
Addison staggered in place, holding her arms out as she closed her eyes and tried to steady herself. But her balance wasn’t there. It felt like someone had fisted her shirt and was pulling her near.
And that pull was coming from Xavier’s general direction.
Wait. Something was wrong. She felt…empty.
Rhys?
Panic flooded her as her eyes flew open and locked on Xavier. He stared at her with a horrified expression on his face, his mouth moving soundlessly. Then his gaze darted from side-to-side as his hands gripped his head.
Her breath caught as the realization slammed into her. “Rhys,” she whispered, reaching out to Xavier as if he held an element of her soul she couldn’t breathe without.
He jumped back, his eyes going wide. “Holy fucking hell.”
Chapter Fifteen
Xavier’s head was reeling.
No...that wasn’t even close to the right fucking description for what was going on in his melon. Shit! It felt like it was going to split in two! The pressure was so intense he could hear his own heartbeat pulsating at a deafening level, reverberating between his ears.
He cringed as that chick, Addison, reached for him. He didn’t know how or why, but he knew she was the source of what had happened to him, and he didn’t want her one iota closer.
“Holy fucking hell.”
They were the only words he could manage to spit out. But then others suddenly came to mind…
…doesn’t watch his damned self, I will find a way to put him in his fucking place! That dickweed sonofabitch has got another
“And what’s that?”
“Your name…Calomino. I was expecting some Italian-looking chick, not a fucking blonde bombshell. No offense.”
The obscenity-laced compliment had her both affronted and pleased, which then conveyed itself physically as an unladylike scoff.
I told ya! Rhys pointed out, apparently excited to have someone else confirm what he had thought all those weeks ago.
“Oh yeah, you two are brothers all right,” she muttered.
“Look. You seem like a nice…girl, and all. But you have to know I’m not buying all this shit.” He shook a finger at her. “There’s some way you know all this…the album, the childhood stuff…but I haven’t quite figured it. I will though.” He steepled his fingers as he studied her, apparently waiting for a reaction.
Dickweed.
Addison snorted her agreement as she crossed her arms.
“What?”
“Not that you’ll believe me, but Rhys just called you a dickweed. I concur.” He didn’t seem surprised, just calculating.
“I thought you two are close?” Addison asked, surprised he wouldn’t have some reaction to the dickweed reference.
“We were.”
We are.
To hear their deep voices answering in unison—one externally and one internally—was more than she could handle. Groaning she held her head. “Oh great. I get to hear you in stereo now.”
Xavier suddenly flew out of his chair, grabbed her arms and hauled her to her feet. “Cut the crap, lady. I’ve had it with this shit! What the hell kind of game are you playing here, huh? What the fuck do you want from me? Where the hell do you think this is going to get you? Answer me!”
She stared up at him, stunned, with wide eyes as Rhys ranted in her head.
Xavier, you piece of shit! Back the fuck off! You’re lucky I can’t control her movements or I’d have her pounding on your fucking ass!
“Now, everyone just hold on a minute!”
Addison jerked out of Xavier’s grip and pushed her face into his. Just as she was about to put a palm on his chest to shove him back, Rhys started fuming again.
He can’t fucking treat you like that! If I could get my hands on him I’d fucking—
The instant her hand made contact, a jolt shot down her arm. Her breath caught in a wheeze as her shoulders lifted and her back arched. It felt like her soul was ripped straight out of her body, then snapped back like a rubber band.
“Hey!” Xavier barked out, jumping back as his palm flew to his chest.
Addison staggered in place, holding her arms out as she closed her eyes and tried to steady herself. But her balance wasn’t there. It felt like someone had fisted her shirt and was pulling her near.
And that pull was coming from Xavier’s general direction.
Wait. Something was wrong. She felt…empty.
Rhys?
Panic flooded her as her eyes flew open and locked on Xavier. He stared at her with a horrified expression on his face, his mouth moving soundlessly. Then his gaze darted from side-to-side as his hands gripped his head.
Her breath caught as the realization slammed into her. “Rhys,” she whispered, reaching out to Xavier as if he held an element of her soul she couldn’t breathe without.
He jumped back, his eyes going wide. “Holy fucking hell.”
Chapter Fifteen
Xavier’s head was reeling.
No...that wasn’t even close to the right fucking description for what was going on in his melon. Shit! It felt like it was going to split in two! The pressure was so intense he could hear his own heartbeat pulsating at a deafening level, reverberating between his ears.
He cringed as that chick, Addison, reached for him. He didn’t know how or why, but he knew she was the source of what had happened to him, and he didn’t want her one iota closer.
“Holy fucking hell.”
They were the only words he could manage to spit out. But then others suddenly came to mind…
…doesn’t watch his damned self, I will find a way to put him in his fucking place! That dickweed sonofabitch has got another
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