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He jabs a finger at my chest, making me stumble back. If this were anyone else, they would’ve been on the floor as soon as they got in my face, but since it’s Ezra, I let him have at it. He is my boss, after all, so I really shouldn’t be disrespecting him as much as I do. And, despite how we might feel about each other, he’s quickly come to be like family to me.
“I won’t tell you again, Vic,” he seethes. “She’s mine. Leave her alone.”
I smirk, which pisses him off even more. He starts to lift his arm to punch me in the face when Jay’s tattooed hand grabs his wrist to stop him.
“Enough, you two.”
Ezra snatches his arm out of Jay’s grip and stalks out of the kitchen without another word. Jay looks at me, slightly irritated.
I chuckle. “Oh, come on. What did I do?”
He rolls his eyes. “Look, I get that you have a death wish, but you really need to stop instigating shit. I’m the one who’s going to have to clean up your entrails when Ezra disembowels you.”
I wave him off. “Don’t worry, brother. I’ll be fine.”
But all I can think about is sneaking into Maya’s room, getting into her bed, and licking her pussy until she’s screaming my name loud enough for Ezra to hear.
Yes. I do, in fact, have a death wish.
CHAPTERNINETEEN
MAYA
“Ezra, stop!”I begged, shielding my face from the onslaught of broken glass being pelted in my direction. Ezra was on one of his rampages, and, as usual, I found myself stuck in the crossfire.
“FUCK!” he roared at the top of his lungs, grabbing a hammer out of the drawer and throwing it at the piano.
The brand new piano I just bought him.
The beautiful, expensive gift I went out of my way to buy for him for his birthday.
The two of us just stood there, him breathing heavily, me hysterically crying. His outburst, the broken piano—it was too much.
How much longer can I live like this?I thought. Every day, Ezra tells me he loves me, but then he takes his anger out on me by screaming and throwing things, not caring about my safety. But then he makes it up to me at the end of the night while I’m lying in bed, crying myself to sleep. He’ll bring me flowers, my favorite snack, make love to me until I have no choice but to forgive him.
Every. Single. Time.
And now I’m done.
I can’t live like this. He’d waged a war I no longer had the strength to fight, and I was done.
“I can’t do this anymore,” I whispered before turning and running to my room.
“Maya, stop,” he called after me. I could hear him running behind me, but I didn’t stop. I ran faster until I reached my bedroom, and I just got the door closed before he was right there, banging on it and begging me to open up.
I curled up in the bed and buried myself underneath the thick down comforter.
“Leave me alone!” I shouted at him. “I hate you! I never want to see you again!”
“Let me in!”
I snatched the lamp from my bedside table, ripping the plug from the wall, and hurled it at the door.
“Listen to me, Ezra, because I’m only going to say this once,” I said loudly enough for him to hear. “You’re the worst thing that’s ever happened to me. You won’t see me again after tonight because I’m leaving. You’re just like your father.”
That got him to stop. I could hear his heavy breathing, could practically hear his heart racing. I didn’t mean to hurt him, but he’d hurt me so much that I couldn’t care what I said or did to him anymore. I had to look out for myself.
“You don’t mean that,” he said, so quietly I almost didn’t hear it.
