Vendetta (The DeLuca Family #2) by K. A. Ware

Author:K. A. Ware [Ware, K. A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B01CD46R5W
Published: 2016-02-28T00:00:00+00:00

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After dinner, Enzo insisted that I go sit down while he cleaned up. It didn’t take much persuasion on his part. After the emotional hurricane we’d gone through earlier I was exhausted. I slumped on the leather couch and clicked on The Avengers. I’d seen the movie a hundred times but I never got sick of watching it. It seemed like a good choice since I was wearing my comic book panel leggings, sporting a riot of different heroes in different situations.

I was a nerd, there was no getting around it. I’d embraced it long ago. It’s hard not to notice the difference between you and other girls your age when you’d rather spend all your time playing with your computer and watching crime-fighting aliens in spandex than go to the mall and make up dance routines. By the time I’d got around to realizing that I actually enjoyed some of the ‘normal’ stuff girls my age did, I’d already labeled myself a nerd and just kind of went with it. I liked not having to fit into a box. I could wear or do whatever I wanted and no one blinked an eye because I was the weird one.

In college things got easier, being a nerd was actually considered a fairly good thing, since being smart was far more important than it had been in high school. Since I was a computer engineer major I was surrounded by people just like me, and being the sole female in a completely male-dominated program made me fairly popular, something that I enjoyed far less than I’d expected.

I was so distracted by my inner musings that I hadn’t noticed Enzo come into the room until he picked up my legs and sat himself on the couch before placing my feet across his thighs. My body immediately tensed at the contact.

“Are you going to keep staring at the TV all night or are you going to talk to me?”

I sighed, turning to face him. “What?”

“I want to talk.”

“So you’ve said. what do you want to talk about?” I asked, my words clipped as I drew my legs off his lap and adjusted myself so I was sitting up.

“How about how you turned to fucking stone when I touched you. What’s up with that?”

“Nothing’s up with that. I just didn’t want to be touched.”

“But you were never like that before; you were practically clingy,” his voice rising in frustration.

“Clingy?” I asked through gritted teeth. If this was his way of trying to get me to open up to him, he was failing miserably.

“I didn’t mean it like that and you know it. It’s just you never used to be bothered by me touching you. If I remember correctly there was a time when you seemed to really like it.”

“Bringing that up is not going to make things better.”

“So what, we’re just going to continue to pretend it never happened? Are you seriously okay with that?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Well, I’m not. Jesus, Frankie, we can’t just erase our past; it doesn’t work like that.

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