Brawl by Kylie Hillman

Author:Kylie Hillman [Hillman, Kylie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Australia, Family, Contemporary, Romance, New Adult, MMA
Publisher: Kylie Hillman
Published: 2016-05-08T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Hooligan

Watching Gabbi sparring with Jep in the ring through the mirrored window of my office, I’m torn between going home so I can stop the torture and running out there so I can break every one of his fingers for daring to touch her when I can’t.

Not can’t, you moron. You won’t touch her. It appears that my logic’s on Gabbi’s side, although my guilt and heart are firmly set on honoring Mari’s memory.

“You’ve done a real number on that girl.” Angelo makes his way into my office. Sitting his annoying self down at my desk, he lights up a cigarette and blows clouds of smoke in my direction. “Keep it up, though. I’ve never seen her so worked up. I think she could kill if given the chance.”

Drumming my fingers against the cold glass of the window, I try to tune him out. Another noxious emission billows my way, making me cough and stinking up my office. Turning to have a go at him, I catch him staring at the photo frame that sits next to my phone with sorrow-filled eyes.

“She was so beautiful. So full of life,” he mumbles. Taking a long drag, he grabs one of my smaller trophies and puts out his smoke in it. My nostrils flare and I take a step closer to him, halting when he speaks again. “Maria would be really fucking pissed off at you for what you’ve done since she’s been gone.”

“Fuck you, Angelo.” I grind the words out, ignoring the way they jab at my heart and my own sinking feeling that he’s probably right. “At least, I didn’t move on like she never existed.”

He pounds his fist into my desk. “None of us have moved on. We all mourn her still. If you hadn’t cut yourself off from us all, in your desperation to prove that you loved her the most, you’d fucking know that. Every birthday. Every Christmas. Every special event, she is at the forefront of our minds. They both are. We miss Gabe just as much. He was my nephew, my family too. You don’t have dominion over the grief left behind from their passing.”

There’s that word again. Passing. How can they say it so easily? Say it with such a maddening lack of passion. As if the fight she put up trying to save our son and then herself was nothing.

“You miss them at Christmas and on their birthdays. I miss them every single fucking day. There’s a hole in my chest that can never be filled. When that scumbag murdered my family, he should have found me and put a bullet in me too because he would’ve been doing me a fucking favor. I don’t want to live without my wife or my son. I can’t move on and only talk about their passing at Christmas and birthday’s as if they simply went to sleep and never woke up. I’m not weak, like you!”

I don’t hear him move toward me. I’m lost

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