Chapter 44
Damon;
"What the f**k do you think you're doing!?"
A red-faced, wide-eyed Marcus yelled at me as he scrambled off the bed.
I'd been standing here for a full minute, trying to grasp the intensity of what I was actually seeing. Was I surprised? Not really. Disgusted? Absolutely.
My eyes trailed over to stepsister Kimberly under the sheets. If looks could kill, I’d be six feet under right now. But that was her f*****g problem, not mine.
In a split second, Marcus was on me, shoving my shoulder as he pushed me out the door.
"Are you f*****g insane!?" he yelled again, slamming it shut behind us.
I shoved his hands off me, my jaw tightening. He was practically radiating with rage.
The corner of my lips pulled up into a amused smirk, “Well, that was intense. Its not very often
