CHAPTER 14: Eva’s Outburst
Dominic’s POV
The chill in the wind bit through my jacket as I scanned the shoreline. My chest was tight with frustration.
“Eva!” I shouted again, my voice cutting through the sound of crashing waves.
Silence.
“Eva!”
A movement near the rocks caught my eye, and i whipped my head to face her at once. Anger now replacing my worry now that I knew she was safe.
She stepped out of the shadows, the soft glow of moonlight catching her figure. My jaw tightened as I took her in her almost non–existent outfit; she had a very revealing swimsuit on, it was ripped in several places and it seemed more like threads tied together.
It should have been provocative, on another woman it would have been, but on her–my sister, it was disgusting.
“Eva,” I said, keeping my voice calm despite the anger simmering beneath the surface. “What the fuck is this?”
She tilted her head, her lips curving into a small, almost coy smile. “You came.”
“Of course, I came,” I snapped. “You called me in tears, telling me you were going to- I stopped myself, swallowing the knot in my throat. “Do you even realize what you’ve done? How reckless this is?”
She stepped closer, her bare feet sinking into the wet sand. Her eyes were intense, glinting with so much lust, the very lust that was oozing off her.
“I just wanted you to come, Dom,” she said softly, almost sweetly. “I wanted you to hear me–really hear me.”
She stepped closer, too close, and I stepped back immediately to put an appropriate distance between us.
“We could have talked anywhere,” I said firmly. “This?” I gestured to the dark expanse of the ocean behind her. “This is unnecessary.”
“Unnecessary?” Her voice cracked, and her mask of calm slipped. “This was the only way I could get you to actually listen to me. This is the only way! You look at me like I’m some…some child!”
I shook my head, completely irritated.
“I look at you like my sister!” I said, my voice sharper than I intended. “You’re my sister, Eva. That’s how it is, and that’s how it’s always going to be.”
“No!” She shot back. “No, I’m not! You’re adopted, mom and dad aren’t your real parents. There is nothing wrong with my feelings for you!”
I raked my fingers through my hair exasperatedly. This was too much, this was something I couldn’t handle. I shook my head trying to calm myself.
“Eva, this is wrong.” I said, trying my very best to keep my voice low and steady.
‘I don’t care, Dom,” she whispered, her voice trembling with anger and heartbreak. “I don’t give a fuck!”
I closed my eyes briefly, drawing in a deep breath. “Eva, I care about you. But not in the way you want me to. This…this isn’t right. You need to stop.”
“Why not?” she demanded, her voice rising. “Why can’t it be right? Who decides that?”
Was she truly asking me that?
“Because it’s wrong?” I barked, my patience snapping. “You’re my sister, Eva. This infatuation of yours–it has to end.”
The words hung heavy in the air, and for a moment, all I could hear was the relentless roar of the waves. Her chest heaved as she stared at me, tears streaming down her face. She was shivering from the cold and she needed to get the hell out of here.
“I see all the whores you fuck, all the butches you keep around you; they’re not as pretty as I am. They don’t love you the way I do.” She said, she was almost crying now. “I know you, I’ve known you since we were kids, and I have loved you!”
“No.” Was all I managed to say. This was madness.
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CHAPTER 14. Eva’s Outburst
“You need to love me, there was an edge to her tone, it was almost a threat. “You must.”
I didn’t do well with threats. I shook my head once more.
“Or what?” The words left my lips immediately.
Then, without warning, she turned and bolted toward the water.
“Eva, stop!” I shouted, my voice echoing across the beach.
I lunged after her, my shoes sinking into the wet sand. The wind whipped at my face, and the icy spray of the ocean stung my skin. She was fast, but I caught up to her just as the waves lapped at her feet.
“Let me go!” she screamed, thrashing against my grip.
“No,” I said firmly, holding her arms tightly. “You don’t mean this, Eva. You’re not thinking clearly.”
Her struggles weakened, and she collapsed against me, her sobs wracking her frame. I held her there, unsure of what else to do, when something in the distance caught my eye.
A figure in the water.
My breath hitched. At first, I thought it was a trick of the moonlight, a shadow cast by the waves. But then I saw it again–a pale shape struggling against the current, bobbing helplessly.
Someone was drowning.
“Stay here,” I said sharply, releasing Eva.
She looked up, startled, but I didn’t have time to explain. I sprinted toward the water, adrenaline surging through me. The cold hit me like a wall as I dove in, the salty taste of the ocean flooding my mouth.
The figure was a few feet ahead, barely above the surface. I pushed myself harder, the icy water burning my muscles as I swam toward them.
When I reached them, I grabbed their waist and turned them onto their back, keeping their head above the waves. Their body was limp, and for a terrifying moment, I thought I was too late.
Kicking hard, I dragged us both back toward the shore. My breaths came in harsh gasps as I finally reached the shallows and collapsed onto the sand, the weight of the person still in my arms.
I brushed the wet hair away from their face, my chest tightening as I recognized them.
“Victoria?”
