The Submissive Assassin (BxB)

Chapter 103 - "You're just...you're my home..."

"I loved you with all my heart, and I treated as if you were gold," Raphael screamed as Dante successfully pulled him into the bedroom, closing the door behind him and standing in front of it with his arms folded. "You were an asshole to me, daily, and I still protected you. But Lucius is right," he growled, stepping towards Dante and slamming the side of his fist against the door behind Dante, right beside Dante's face—Dante didn't flinch. "You almost got yourself killed to save this brat. You went ballistic, tortured Jules—who you all lied about being dead."

"None of us knew he was alive—"

"That's besides the fucking point!" he roared so close to Dante's face that he felt droplets of spit land on him. "You went above and beyond to save him in two days and I was there to help, but you couldn't even find some way to save me within nine fucking months."

Dante tilted his head to the side, not knowing what to say. Raphael was undeniably right, they should have gone to his rescue—if not as quickly—even quicker than Nate. There was no excuse they could say, not even that they were training since they didn't need to train for almost a year to be prepared for their rescue. He lowered his head, which only caused Raphael to reach for his chin and forcefully push it upwards. "Look at me," he spat, shoving Dante backwards and his back slammed against the bedroom door.

However, his face twisted in disgust when he saw Dante's eyes nervously glance elsewhere and his cheeks become a slight pink tint. Even worst, his lips were partially open, as if his breathing was growing heavier but he was trying to hide it the best he could. That when when Raphael stepped backwards and hissed, "Don't tell me you got fucking turned on by that!"

Dante swallowed hard. "Ralphy—"

"Holy shit, what's wrong with you?" Raphael exhaled in disbelief, throwing his hands in the air as he saw a flustered Dante divert his gaze again. "Is that all you care about? Whoever can beat the fuck out of you the best so that you can cum?"

Dante's regard instantly became sour. In the old days, Dante would've probably lunged forward and sent knuckles directly across Raphael's jawline. However, he took pride in the fact that he had been trying to change for the better, hence he instantly released the instinctive fists that formed. "You know I hate it when you say it that way," he hissed. "And stop staring at me as if I'm disgusting."

"Is that why you didn't come save me?" Raphael leaned in, his eyes squinting in suspicion. "I don't matter since I can't do that to you."

"What are you even—"

"But you couldn't wait a second to go save Nate because he can make you feel good with a fucking knife?" Raphael shouted, his arteries bulging from his neck from how loud he yelled. Dante's eyes grew even more narrowed and darker. "Did you hear the way he spoke to me?"

"He's drunk," Dante argued.

Which only made Raphael grow even more angrier as he again slammed the door behind Dante, causing him to flinch this time; he no longer knew if Raphael would hit him or not. "That's not a fucking excuse!" He reached for his own shirt as he shouted, "I went into that club and risked my life. I watched Molly die and tried to save him but couldn't, and then I got taken from the people I considered my family. All for him?" Dante inhaled a sharp breath when he heard a coil in Raphael voice. "And that's how he talks to me? Do I fucking matter to...hic!...to anybody?!"

Dante inhaled a sharp breath, his own eyes beginning to sting when he watched Raphael pull the sleeves over his hands and wiped his tears that had leaked onto his cheeks. "I told you that my entire family...hic!...was killed so you guys became my family. You guys were all...hic!...all that I had..." His breathing was growing heavier and he was trying to calm himself down by breathing in through his nose and out through his mouth, but every time he breathed out, Dante saw the trembling of his bottom lip. He even looked upwards, his red eyes still filling with tears as he gently paced around in a circle, trying his best to look anywhere else but Dante.