Jonah lets himself in with his key just as I reach the foyer. A growl escapes me and echoes around us; he raises an eyebrow at me, unfazed about me, rushing toward him. My fist connects with his chin and lip when I punch him. Blood gushes out and spills down his chin and onto his shirt, making Jonah glare at me.
He growls at me before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
“I fucking liked this shirt, dickwad,” Jonah snaps at me. He looks down at his gray shirt with some emblem on the front. He groans, tugs at his shirt to see the bloodstain on the front along the neckline. He huffs, and I ball my hands into fists.
Kaif presses angrily beneath the surface. His aura washes over me as I try to calm him down. I know if I didn’t punch Jonah, Kaif would have forced control and ripped him to pieces.
My action seems to relax Kaif and his thoughts about Marabella, and his urge to go to her seems to have lessened. Kaif wanted to bring her here, where he could watch her and keep her away from Jonah. However, something is still nagging at him and I can tell it isn’t something he is willing to share with me.
“Do you have any idea how hard blood is to get out of clothing?” Jonah huffs at me sarcastically, so I know he is annoyed at me. I watch as he tugs his shirt off with one hand and tosses it at me. The shirt hits me in the chest, and I grab it, catching it and glaring at him.
“That’s it, that’s all you got to say?” I ask him, and he smirks as he folds his arms across his chest.
Kaif is fighting the urge to shift, as fur replaces the skin on my arms. Yet he is more angered at me than Jonah, which I can’t understand. He is still blaming me for letting it happen. It angers me even more because I never gave him permission to kiss her.
However, Kaif can’t see the reason and thinks that me, letting her leave with Jonah, makes it my fault.
Jonah rubs his chin thoughtfully. “Hmm, oh yeah. I kissed your mate. Do you want details now? Or did you feel it? You felt it, huh? By the way, my sister punches harder than that,” he says, punching my shoulder on his way past me as he heads toward the kitchen.
Kaif growls at him furiously at his lack of care. Yet still, he blames me, and not Jonah.
“Enough, Kaif, I ain’t got time to deal with your homicidal ass. Get over it. Blame fuckface, he should have marked her. I probably still would have done it, not as if I kept it a secret from you; I am here, aren’t I?” Jonah says, slipping into the kitchen.
Pushing through the double doors, I follow him and find him rummaging through my fridge. He grabs a can of coke out and slides an extra one across to me on the island bench, and I grab it before it slides off onto the floor.
“You seem to be taking it pretty well,” Jonah comments, and I glare at him. All he does is shrug, and god help me, he keeps infuriating me more.
“More at her,” I admit. I honestly expected Jonah to keep pursuing her. He has never been subtle about what he wants and I knew he has always wanted Marabella.
Jonah perks up and raises an eyebrow at me. “Why? Are you angry at her, or are you angry I kissed her?” He frowns.
“Well, for one, she kissed you back, and secondly, I can’t kill you. Marabella, on the other hand, can and will be punished for her part,” I grumble. I don’t care if he likes what I have to say because nothing he might say back will change my mind.
“Punished? What are you going to do, put her over your knee and spank her?” He pulls a face before his eyes light up at the thought. “Ooh, can I watch?” Jonah asks, and I growl at him.
“Hey, if there is spanking involved, I want to watch. Then, I can rub one out. It better be the good one, while you…. You just be you. I will win, either way, so keep up the douchebag act. It’s really working wonders for you.” I chuckle at him as he wiggles his eyebrows.
He just kissed my mate and is acting like it is nothing. As if his action isn’t the greatest betrayal from a best friend. My knowledge of his feelings aside, he is in the wrong, not me.
If it were anyone else other than Jonah, they would be dead by now. Kaif is still undecided about inflicting pain on him, but he also knows he would inflict pain on himself by doing so.
Still, Marabella’s feelings for him have him convinced he would only hurt her by doing something to Jonah. It astounds me. The fact that he is able to come to that conclusion is shocking.
Why isn’t he trying to tear me apart to get to him? His odd behavior and attempts to figure out the situation like a real person has me baffled.
Just a few hours ago, Kaif wanted her, and he didn’t care how he got her. But now, he is keeping something from me, which has me worried because it isn’t directed at Jonah but at Marabella.
“She didn’t care about our feelings,” I tell Kaif as he observes Jonah through my eyes, and he snarls.
The next second I am sprayed in coke when my claws slip out and puncture the can I am holding, spraying coke all over me. I jump, rushing to the sink to discard the can, and I growl at Kaif.
“Should have marked her,” Kaifs hisses at me while Jonah hands me a tea towel.
I snatch it from him to wipe my face and the front of my tank top. The crotch of my gray sweats is saturated. Great, fucking amazing. I look like I pissed myself.
“Chill, bro, it’s just coke. Go change them,” Jonah says while I fight the urge to go shower the syrupy mess off me.
The desire becomes too strong, and I hear Jonah laugh as I stalk out of the kitchen. Kaif knows I’m not too fond of mess, and now I feel sticky. I bet the grumpy fucker did it on purpose, just to get on my nerves.
Walking into my ensuite, I turn the shower on. “You’re seriously going to shower? Just get a wet cloth and wipe yourself clean, geez.”
“It won’t help,” I shudder.
I kick the door behind me shut, but ensure I leave enough of a gap to still hear Jonah as he moves around in my room. I yank my clothes off, chuck them in the hamper and step in, instantly reaching for the soap. I wash quickly, shut the water off, grab a towel, and wrap it around my waist.