Bloody Desires

CVIII

CAIN'S POV

"just turn on the tv." dante yelled, annoyed with the rest of his brothers

who invited girls over

and it's not like it's one or two

more like.. five

without telling dante or I

"we were here first, what the hell." dante looked at the girl, picking up the remote and running off with it

obviously trying to flirt with him

he stood up, striding towards her

not a ounce of amusement on his face

he ripped the remote out of her hand, pushing her away from him

and walking back to the couch

leaving her on the floor groaning at the pain spreading across her back

i forgot to mention; they know about our relationships

but they won't stop

"i bet you like have amazing muscles, hm?" one of the blonde women came up to me, sitting beside me

"no, i'm hella weak." i rolled my eyes, moving away from her

"i see those muscles." she giggled in a forced high pitch

then why'd you ask? bitch

"c'mon." she giggled, shaking her exposed chest in front of me

"i'm engaged with a daughter."

"so? let me sign your cast." she moved closer

i flicked my pocket knife open, stopping her movement

she looked down at my lap, backing up to avoid the sharp object

"playing hard to get? fine." she got up, walking somewhere in the house

i can't wait to move out

MIA'S POV

elena and I went bridal shopping

and i have tried on so many dresses that i'm dizzy

"i think i'm going to have to get a custom made one." i walked up to elena, who was looking at other bridesmaid dresses

she looked out of it, but quickly snapped out of her trance

"lunch?" she smiled, reaching for my hand

"yes please."

we walked to the cafe next door, placing our orders and sitting at an outside table

she tapped on the table, looking down at it

"are you okay?" i waved my hand in front of her face

"not really." she frowned

"what did he fucking do?" i pulled my phone out, ready to dial dante's number

"nothing." she laughed, snatching my phone from my hands

"dante just has a strict past of thank you next-ing women."

"thank you next-ing?" i lightly laughed at her expressions

"fucking and quitting."

"i don't know. I just don't want to offend him by asking if he is cheating."

i choked on my water, spitting it on the ground

"oh shit, sorry." she handed my napkins off of the table