Jax shoved the tail of his shirt into his pants. “I’ll take care of it.”
“No. This is my problem.”
“The hell it is.” He slipped into his oxfords and strode toward the door. “You’ve dealt with enough today.”
“Jackson—” The latch clicked shut behind him, leaving me scrambling to make myself presentable.
Vincent shouted again, sounding angrier than before. To be quick, I pulled on a pair of yoga pants and a sports top. I made it out to the living room in time to see everyone clearing out. Jax stood by the couch rubbing his jaw, while Vincent stood on the last step leading down into the sunken living room, his hands clenched at his sides. He was dressed for work in a Rossi’s T-shirt, his handsome face set in harsh lines.
“Vincent.”
He rounded on me. “You wanna tell me why I’m getting crazy calls from Deanna at work?”
I crossed my arms, shielding my heart from the coldness in his gaze. In all of my life, none of my brothers had ever looked at me that way. “Did she tell you what she’s been up to?”
“She’s a reporter, Gianna. Writing news pieces is what she does.”
“Is that the bull she fed you? What she’s doing is wrong.”
“And you’re right?” he shot back, taking a step toward me, which had Jax stepping forward, too. Vincent’s head whipped toward him. “Back off, Rutledge. You put her up to this!”
Jax nodded grimly. “I did.”
My mouth fell open. “That’s a lie! He had nothing to do with it.”
“The fuck he didn’t!” my brother said curtly. “You would never have done something like this if it weren’t for him. How did you know about the pictures?”
There was no way I was bringing Nico into this. “I have the password for your cloud account.”
He stared at me as if he’d never seen me before. “And you used it? How long have you been invading my privacy?”
“Just tonight.”
“I don’t believe you.”
That cut me deep and hurt. Badly. “It’s true.”
“You could’ve called me. I could’ve tried talking to her. You didn’t have to—”
“It wouldn’t have worked,” I told him flatly. “I would never have threatened her if there’d been another choice.”
“So you went with abusing my trust and putting me in the middle without giving me a heads-up? You cut me out, Gianna, instead of coming to me for help. That’s not the way our family works and you know it.” He jerked his chin at Jax. “That’s the way he handles dirt, not you.”
“There wasn’t enough time, Vincent!” I argued, hating myself for the pain I saw on his face. Something precious had been destroyed and seeing the loss was breaking me into little pieces. “I was going to tell you.”
“Too late.” He faced Jax. “Congratulations, douchebag. You ruined the perfect girl.”
He stalked toward the door.
“Vincent. Wait!” I rushed after him, frantic to mend the first real rift I’d ever had with one of my brothers. I’d never been so scared. My heart was beating so fast I felt lightheaded.
Jax darted in front of me, grabbing me by the shoulders and holding me in place. “Let me deal with this.”
I opened my mouth to argue, then noted the spreading bruise on his jaw. Shock froze my feet in place. “He hit you?”
“Don’t leave,” he said, as if I hadn’t spoken, his attention going to the door when it slammed shut behind my brother. “Understand? Wait for me to come back.”
He went after Vincent.
And almost two weeks later, I found myself still waiting for him to come home.
10
“HE’S JUST BEING stubborn.” Angelo shook his head and took a long drink of his soda. “You know how Vincent gets.”
“He misses you,” Denise agreed, shoving a cluster of French fries into a pool of ketchup. “Try calling him again.”
“He hangs up as soon as he hears my voice.” I slid my chair closer to the table so that a woman could squeeze by behind me. The diner near my work was packed and we’d been lucky to snag seats.
“But thanks to caller ID,” Denise said, “he knows it’s you before he answers. He could just let it go to voice mail if he really didn’t want to talk.”
I picked at the bun of my hot dog, struggling with a lack of appetite. I’d been on the outs with Vincent for nearly two weeks, and the Rossis had finally decided enough was enough. My mother had called the day before, and Nico had followed up that night. Angelo and Denise hit me up at work to meet them for lunch. I half expected my dad to show up for dinner.
“Gianna.” Denise set her hand over mine. “Come by the loft and see him. Work this out. You’re both miserable.”
“Better yet,” Angelo caught my eye, “move back in. You shouldn’t be living alone in Jackson’s apartment.”
That was the only upside to fighting with Vincent: it’d given me a reason to stay in the penthouse even though Jax had been staying away.
“Is Jackson still calling you?” Denise asked, dunking more fries.
I nodded. “Every night.”
He’d tell me he missed me. He was working hard and didn’t want to bring it home. But he didn’t say more than that, leaving me in an odd place. Had we broken up and he just couldn’t say it? Was he calling just to see if I’d moved out so he could move back in?