11. Reece

My best friend is sitting beside me in the Bugatti, out for a cruise to clear my mind. He's fiddling with the sunroof button, cursing under his breath.

"How's this fucking thing work?"

"It doesn't, dufus. Leave it the fuck alone."

"Someone's undies are in a knot."

I huff. "I touched Jasper," I confess, giving my best friend side eye to see his reaction. He smirks.

"Did you now?"

"Yeah, and I fucking came so hard."

"Just from a touch?"

I shake my head. And Malyk gives me an upturned smile, questioning me.

"Yeah, fucked I know. His kiss was what made me come though, but his hands on me and his kiss, fuck Mal. I can"t tell you how good it felt."

Malyk gives me his hyena laugh,the insane cackling that drives me insane. He taunts, "He"s got your bleeding fucked up heart involved."

I turn my gaze to him, glaring at him as I respond, "Fuck no. I don"t have a heart."

Malyk laughs again, so loud my car vibrates. "It might be black but it"s beating inside your damn chest, and Capullo makes it beat harder."

Malyk puts his hand on my chest to feel my racing heart. It is beating erratically. I brush it off, shouting, "Get your hands off me, Mal."

"Your heart is racing sweetness," he informs me as though I can't feel my heart thumping in my chest during this conversation about Jasper. "You speak of him and your heart races."

"Doesn"t mean shit," I snap back, gripping the steering wheel tightly and careening hard around the corner into Capullo territory.

Malyk reaches over, his hand on my thigh, way too close to my dick. He looks right at me, asking in a snide tone, "So you wouldn"t mind if I put the moves on Jasper?"

I seethe, glaring at him even though I should be concentrating on driving.

"Touch him and I"ll kill you, Mal," I hiss at him. "You know I"m a monster and could carve you seven different ways so your body is unrecognisable even to your dear uncle."

Malyk chuckles. "He"s fucked you up dearest."

"No, Mal. I"m going to fuck him up. Jasper Capullo is going down."

Malyk laughs, in a scoffing snide way, taunting me, "Be careful my sweet or you"ll be going down with him. You know separating sex and love is hard to do."

"I'm not going to fall for the enemy, Malyk."

"I feel you've already fallen victim, my sweet."

"You're mistaken, Mal. It's sex."

"Whatever you believe, dearest."

I slap his cheek. "Quit with the terms of endearment, fucker."

He giggles. "Say it again, Reeeeece!" he drawls out my name.

"What, weirdo?"

"Say fucker again, with that sexy rasp in your voice."

I pull up at the beach, cutting the engine and getting out. Malyk dances around the front of the car, following me down to the sand.

"Seriously Mal, you're an odd fucker," I tease, ensuring I hit the word ‘fucker' with a raspy flick of my tone.

"Mmm, if you weren't so hung up on Capullo, I'd be on my knees worshipping you whilst you call me your fucker."

I grip his t-shirt and yank him towards me. "I hate Jasper Capullo."

Malyk gasps, smirking at me and taunting, "But you love me, my fucker?"

"No, I don't know how to love."

Malyk breaks away from my hold. "Pity, love would make a man out of you, my sweet."

"Grrr," I groan, turning away from my best friend"s glare to stomp towards the ocean. I flip him off and dive into waves, fully clothed. I can hear Malyk behind me chuckling as he runs into the ocean. I flip and lay on my back, floating with the sun beating down on my face. It's an attempt to block out the tension flooding my body as I relive the moments of last night with Jasper over and over in my head. It's a shame it does nothing.