Fifteen

Athena

Fury.

It was a feeling I was quite familiar with. Hell, ever since I found out who was responsible for my father’s death, It was all I had known. I wanted to end him. I wanted to take away all that was precious to him first, watch the light die in his eyes, and slowly watch him die.

Somehow though, the fury I felt at present was a different sort. It burned in my veins sure enough, like wildfire at the heels of fuel, but it was directed at the wrong person.

Luciano’s brown eyes held mine, a hold that I found hard to break, as he devoured the lips of the brunette in his arms. Samantha or whatever the fuck her name was. I could hear from her mewls, the sounds she made that he was doing it just right, and boy, I wanted to rip her hair out just so she could shut the hell up.

I wasn’t jealous.

There was no way I was jealous. What was I to be jealous about? That the man she thought was into her, was kissing her just so he could make a point? That in his eyes, I could see his ta