Page 14 of Humility

Jumping at Lucas, I tackled him to the floor and rolled along the hard concrete.

“What the fuck are you doing Angelo?” Lucas pushed at me to try and get me off, but I braced my feet against the wall and punched him as hard as I could in the face. His head snapped to the side as my fist connected with his jaw. He’d been a dick to me my entire life, and enough was enough. I didn’t care what the consequences were.

“Fuck!” He roared and punched me back.

We rolled around, fighting for dominance as our fists, elbows, and knees connected wherever possible. There was cheering in the background, but I ignored it until someone grabbed me from behind and dragged me off Lucas.

“What in God’s name is going on,” my father said, and I realized that was who had me.

Don Giovanni stepped into the doorway, and most of the guys scattered as Lucas pulled himself to his feet. Blood trickled from his nose and split lip, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted to rip his heart out.

“Answer the question, what happened,” Don Giovanni asked as he glared at his son.

Lucas held his hand out to me. “Don’t look at me. Angelo attacked me out of nowhere.”

Don Giovanni looked at me. “Is that true?”

My father let me go, and I felt my lip for blood. It stung, but there was no red. “Yes, it’s true.”

Don Giovanni placed his hands on his hips, looking ridiculous wearing the black and white ref shirt. “Why?”

“Because he deserved it,” I said, glaring across the room at my nemesis.

“Can you be more specific?”

“Ask him. I’d love to see how he’s going to swing this,” I said and crossed my arms.

“I wasn’t doing shit. You attacked me for no reason as I was getting changed.”

“Bullshit.” I stepped in his direction, and my father grabbed my shoulder.

Don Giovanni looked like he was ready to blow. His face was red, and his eyes livid as he looked back and forth between us.

“I want the truth right now,” Don Giovanni growled.

“He was trying to shove my shoe in my mouth,” Jasmine said as she stepped into view. She was still missing her shoe, and I spotted it across the room.

“I did not, you lying little bitch,” Lucas snarled.

My mouth fell open in shock as Giovanni stormed across the room and punched Lucas so hard that he fell to the ground, holding the side of his face.

“You do not disrespect a Don’s daughter. She is a child. Why were you touching her in the first place?”

“Father, I swear….” Lucas stopped and held his hands up as Giovanni raised his fist.

“Do not lie to me, son.”

“Okay, fine. Yes, I tried to shove her shoe in her mouth. She was being a bi—rude and needed to be taught a lesson.”

Jasmine scoffed, and Lucas glared at her. I again took a step forward, but my father kept a tight hold on my shoulder.

“Do you have something you’d like to share, Ms. Falcone,” Giovanni asked.

Jasmine walked past Lucas—and the evil stare he gave her—and grabbed her shoe. She pulled it on and sighed.

“I just want today to be over. If Lucas leaves me alone, I’ll leave him alone. If he attacks me again….” She looked at Lucas, and my heart pounded harder with the look in her eyes. She really was a tiger, and she was mine. “I’ll have a few things to tell you then.”

Giovanni’s brows lifted, his lip curling up. “Very well. You heard her. Stay away from her, and she won’t bother you. Do you think you can handle that, son?”