you go,â Profit says, his body coiled tight with tension.
âHow could you do this to me?â I ask.
His brows dip in confusion. âDo what?â
âHow could you do it to usâafter all weâve been through? After all we meant to each other? How could you betray me like that?â
Profit lowers his hands to stand upright.
âI saw you,â I inform him. âYou and Lucifer.â
All expression falls from Profitâs face. âHow long?â I ask. âHow long? Hmm? How long have you two been sneaking behind my back? Are you and Mason sharing her now? Is that it? Is she pregnant with your babyâor his?â I ask, growing angrier from his silence. âSay something, dammit! I deserve that fucking much.â
âItâs . . . Iâm sorry.â
âYouâre sorry?â I ask, incredulous. âIs that it? Thatâs all you got to say? Youâre sorry? Look what I gave up for you. Look what I lost! My life! My family!â
âT, calm down.â
âCalm down? Donât fucking tell me to calm down!â I jump to my feet with the gun clutched in my hand.
âAll right. All right. Youâre right,â he says, contrite. âI owe you an explanation.â
âYouâre damn right you do.â Hysteria borders my sanity.
âT, itâs not what you think.â
âI know what I saw,â I shout, waving the gun in his direction. âDo you think Iâm stupid?â
âWhat you saw,â he says, âwas me making a stupid, stupid mistake. Fuck!â He runs his hands over his short-cropped hair. âI wasnât even fucking thinking straight. Thereâs nothing going on between me and Lucifer.â
âI saw you kissing her!â
âYes! I kissed herâand it was the first and only time that it has ever happened. I swear. I donât know what made me do it. But after she slapped the shit out of me I fucking woke up.â
I stare him down, weighing whether I believe his bullshit.
âT, Iâm not in love with her. Thereâs nothing going on. I . . .â
I wait, but he doesnât seem to be able to complete his sentence.
âI fucked up. I donât know how else to explain it. Aâight? I fucked upâfor a split second. It was just a kiss. It didnât go any further than that. Can you forgive me?â He steps forward.
I step back.
âBaby. T, I promise you that it will never, ever happen again. Please. You have to believe me.â
âI donât have to do a damn thing,â I snap. âYouâre a liarâand a cheat. I regret the day that I ever laid eyes on you. From the moment I met you, my life has turned into a living hell. And thereâs nothing that I can do to change it back.â
Profit keeps moving forward. âT, give me the gun. Weâll talk it out.â
âWhy? Am I supposed to believe that you suddenly give a damn about usâthat you give a damn about me?â
âTaâShara, baby. I swear nothing has changed about the way I feel for you.â
âWhat are you talking about? Everything has changed. You canât be that stupid not to realize that. Nothing is going to be the same again. Thatâs my fucking point!â
âBaby, Iâm sorry. Please. You have to forgive me. It was a momentary . . . I donât know what it was.â
I glare and shake my head. âSo Iâm supposed to believe that you were momentarily confusedâthat you forgot that you already had a girl riding and dying with you. Is that it? Youâre a confused, forgetful muthafucka?â
He huffs in exasperation.
âAfter all that weâno. Scratch that. After all Iâve been through.â
âCâmon, T. I get that youâre upset, but weâve been in this together. I laid shot up in that hospital on prom night.â
âBoo-fucking-hoo. In the grand scheme of things that shit is