Broken Hart (The Hart Family) (19 page)

Pushing his hair back from his forehead I stare at him.  “You frustrate me, because you have so much more to offer than you even realize.  Stop choosing to fuck the easiest women that don’t care if you commit or not! Take a chance! Find someone with a little depth and see what happens.  Do you really have such little faith in yourself that you imagine you will go crazy and get abusive if you spend more than one or two nights with the same woman? I know, with one hundred percent certainty, that you would never do that.  I know your core Damien.  You want to be loved, and you have more than enough love to give.”

Grabbing his face between my hands, I look him in the eyes.  “Think of how much better you would feel if, instead of being afraid that you would continue the Hart legacy of shitty behavior, you chose to start a new chapter entirely.  You can start a new Hart legacy, and it can be positive.  You’ve got a lot to offer.  Stop keeping it in. As long as you live in their cage, they win.  You have to let them go.”

Grabbing me, he hugs me to him, hard.  After a few minutes, he lets out a deep breath.  “I… well, I never thought of it like that.  You’re right though.  I have been letting them continue to control me with their crazy.  I’ll need to think about this.”

I smile at him encouragingly.  "Do think about it.  Surely there has to be at least one girl that you've met who made some kind of impression?"

He gives me the oddest look before he nods his head.  "Yes.  There is someone who makes an impression, but I'm too damn scared that I might hurt her, even though being around her makes me feel so…  Well, it would never work.  I need not to think about her like that because it would ruin everything.  I think she knows I like her though, and fuck if I don't think she tries to make me crazy."

I can't help it, I gape at him.  Who the hell could have left such an impression on Damien? 

When I start to ask who it is, he shakes his head and says he can't discuss it, so we sit quietly together on the couch for a while in silence, both processing all that has been said.  About twenty minutes later, I hear a gentle snore and realize he’s fallen asleep.  Poor Damien, he’s emotionally exhausted. 

I got some blankets and pillows and made a bed for him on the couch.  He never even stirs when I take his shoes off. 

Once I’ve got him settled, I head to my room and get changed for bed.  I’m too tired to wash my make up off or brush my hair.  Throwing on my sleep shirt I crawl in to bed.  Within moments I’m out like a light.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

It feels like I just closed my eyes when I am awakened by banging at the door.  It’s loud, angry and continuous.  Squinting at my clock I see it’s almost two thirty in the morning. 

Stumbling in to the hall, I see Damien already making his way to the front door.  When he swings it open, Dante is standing at the door.  I stop walking and gape at him.  What the hell is he doing here in the middle of the night?

That thought is still floating through my mind as I see his fist connect with Damien’s face. 

Grabbing Damien by the shirt he pulls him forward so that they are basically nose to nose.  “FUCK Damien! Fuck! How could you?  How could you do this to me? You knew that I wouldn't care about anyone you fucked as long as it wasn't Sabrina. But you did it anyway.  WHY?  Why did you do this?”

I haul ass down the hallway yelling “Stop! Stop! Jesus Christ, stop!”

The two of them glare at each other, Dante’s eyes almost black with rage.  Damien shoves Dante back as he yells back at him. “Dante you stupid asshole, get the fuck off me!”

This needs to stop before someone gets really hurt.  I jump in between them and hold my hands up, pushing them back from each other.  “STOP! Right now.  You stop this shit!”

Turning to Dante I snap, “Close the fucking door before one of my neighbors calls the cops.” Glaring at me, he slams the door behind him.

I glare right back at him as I jab his chest with my index finger.  “What.  The.  Fuck.  Is.  Your.  Problem?”

His eyes are full of anger as he stares at me. “What's my problem?  Christ, that’s rich Sabrina.  LOOK AT YOU!  That’s my fucking problem.  You’re half naked!  Clearly I just interrupted whatever you two were doing in the bedroom.  My brother, the one person in the world I knew had my back, just violated my trust by fucking the only woman I’ve ever actually cared about.  I trusted my brother with my life, and this is what he did.  And you know what? I fucking trusted you too, and I let my guard down.  But you’re just like every other god damn woman.  You must have laughed and laughed at how you fooled me.”

Before I even know I’m actually going to do it, I slap him across the face as hard as I can.  “You.  Stupid.  Motherfucker.  I most certainly am NOT having sex with your brother.”

Damien moves behind me, and I know he’s gearing up to start something.  I turn and put my hand over his mouth.  “You shut the hell up Damien.  This is between Dante and me.  I know you’re pissed, but you can deal with him when I’m done.”

Whipping my head back, I glare at Dante, the imprint of my hand quite clear on his face.  “This is the second time you’ve immediately jumped to the worst conclusion where I’m concerned.  If you don’t know me well enough to know I would not do something like this, you’re an idiot.”

“What am I supposed to think, Sabrina?  I ran in to the girls as I was leaving the club tonight.  They told me you two left around eleven, very abruptly. I called Damien a dozen times to check if everything was okay, and I got no answer.  I went to his house, only to find he wasn’t there.  I fucking panicked thinking something bad happened to you. I was half out of my fucking mind.  Imagine my surprise to get here and find his car in your driveway, and all the house lights out.  It’s three in the morning, and you’ve clearly just come from your bed and you’re only wearing a t shirt.  You aren’t drunk, you aren’t sick, and this asshole is still fucking here and his clothes are a rumpled mess, like he just put them back on.”

Like a shot, Damien has me pushed out of the way and his fist slams in to Dante’s face.  “Fuck you asshole! This whole night is your fault.  You know WHY we left the club early asshole?  Can you guess?  It wasn’t because I wanted to bring her home to fuck, you piece of shit.  We left because she looked like she was going to die when she saw you and the fuck bot of the week putting on a make out show for everyone to see in the VIP section.  I didn’t fuck her Dante. She would never do that and neither would I.  She’s like a sister to me you idiot!”

Shaking my head, I push Damien back.  “Enough! I can’t have to two of you fighting over me, especially for bullshit reasons.  Calm down.”

Dante is ashen, his eyes burning in to mine.  “No! Sabrina. Fuck no!  I wasn’t making out with her.  I swear to god, I wasn’t.  I was at the club with one of my friends from college, and he brought along two girls.  The one that was interested in me was on me like a cheap suit all night.  Yes, she kissed me.  I didn’t kiss her back.  She climbed up on to my lap and had her tongue in my mouth in the blink of an eye.  I pushed her away, and that was that. She left in a huff, and I never plan to see her again.  She was awful.”

I shake my head and frown.  I’m horrified that any of this has happened.  “Then you and I both jumped to conclusions tonight.  But you should never question your faith in your brother.  He wouldn’t do something like that, and neither would I.”

“He brought me home, we talked for an hour or so, and he fell asleep.  Look over at the couch.  See the blankets and pillows there?  That’s where Damien was sleeping.  I’m wearing a sleep shirt Dante.  Not a negligee.  I was back in my bedroom sleeping ALONE.  The only man that’s ever been with me in that bed is you.  The only Hart brother that I’ll ever have had sex with in my entire life is you.”

All the fight is gone from him.  Now he just looks… sick.  “Fuck.  I’ve really made a mess of this.  You don’t deserve this Rina.  I’m beyond sorry.  I’m fucking mortified.  As for you Damien, I lost my mind.  I have no excuse.  You’ve never done anything that should have made me to question you now.  I know who you are, and I know you wouldn’t do something like this.  All this craziness… it’s my shit.”

Damien steps forward gives him a hug.  “It’s ok Dante.  It’s ok.  I’ve… very recently been told that we both always think the worst, not that it’s a surprise with the way we were raised. I’d probably have done the same if I were in your shoes. It isn’t just your shit.  It’s our shit.  But you need to know, I’d never do that to you, and neither would Rina.  She’s the real thing bro, absolutely nothing like any woman we’ve ever known, aside from Sandra or the girls.  You already know that in your heart, or she would never have been invited to a family dinner, much less become part of our family.  Think about that.”

Letting Dante go, Damien turns and wraps me in a hug.  “Thanks for everything Sabrina.  What you said… I’ll never forget it.”  He leans in closer and whispers in my ear, “If you can deal with his issues, give him a chance.  No matter what happens, I support you and will always consider you family.” 

When he pulls back, he gives me a wink and kisses my forehead.  “I love you Sabrina.  Thank you for being… you.”

Turning back to his brother, he nods.  “I’m out of here.  Dante, you need to talk to her.  Fair warning though.   If you upset her, you and I are actually going to have a real problem.  Not a misunderstanding.  A real problem.”

Damien grabs his keys and puts on his shoes.  Opening the door, he turns around and looks at Dante and me.  “You know… I really love you both.  I hope you can figure this out.”

With that he closes the door, leaving Dante and I alone.

We stare at each other in silence, the seconds ticking by.  I don’t even know what to say at this point. 

I’m shocked when he takes a few steps forward and grabs me, wrapping his arms around me and hugging me so tight, I can barely breathe.  This is unexpected.

He’s still not saying anything, and neither am I.  He relaxes his hold just enough that I can breathe, but he doesn’t seem to have words either.

Unfortunately, the longer I am in his embrace, the more aroused I become.  I’m completely engulfed by his scent, the beating of his heart and the feeling of the muscles in his arms and chest. 

I shift uncomfortably, trying to curb the need to have him on me… inside of me.  It’s like a current.  There are butterflies in my stomach and my sex is getting wetter by the second.  I can’t help but to clench my inner muscles in an attempt to give myself some relief.  Of course that doesn’t work, it just makes it worse. 

Putting my hand on his chest, I gently push him back.  I’m about to tell him that I literally need space when he captures my head between his hands.

I watch as his head ever so slowly descends toward mine.  I realize that he’s giving me a chance to back away, but I want him far too much to take the out. 

Grabbing his hair in my hands, I pull him the rest of the way toward me, moaning in relief as his mouth covers mine and our tongues meet.

I’m lost in the taste of his mouth, the glide and thrust of his tongue, the sensation of his hands in my hair.

I can feel his arousal pressing against my belly, and I shiver in response, heat coursing through my body.  I rub against him, trying to get closer, groaning when it does nothing to lessen the ache.