Chapter 20

T Dante he door to my study almost comes off its hinges with the force as I burst inside to confront my devious little sister. She sits on the small sofa in the corner, her hands in her lap as she picks at her fingernails. She’s nervous as hell and she should be because I have never been so goddamn pissed at her in my entire life, and she has pulled plenty of shady shit before today. “What the fuck, Joey?” I hiss, anger vibrating through every muscle in my body and making me shake with suppressed rage. She looks up at me, her long dark lashes wet with tears. “I’m sorry, Dante —” “Sorry? Fucking sorry?” I shout, banging a fist on my desk and making her jump in fright. “I didn’t think you’d care.” “Don’t fucking lie to me,” I snarl. She has never been afraid of me before and she’d never had reason to be, but I haven’t felt a rage like this for such a long time. Not since I found out about Nicole. I swallow a ball of anger and it knots in my chest instead. “Why, Joey? Do you really hate m