What neither of them wanted to admit was they could probably get along, they could probably be fucking incredible together. A dangerous mix of fucking, fighting, and passion. They couldn't though and they never would, Devon would always have her and he'd always have a random girl in his bed. They were both too proud to admit that there was clearly something between them. Not to mention, Jacoby was honestly terrified of her feelings for him, she knew herself well enough to know she'd fall too hard for him and there was a good chance that even if he felt the same way, he wouldn't catch her.
"Well I don't have any good booze, I was actually just going downstairs to get some." he said taking a drag off his cigarette and just the way he glanced up at her had her fighting back a shiver. "But since you say there's nothing good downstairs, I'll have to head to the store too." He breathed a smirk on is lips making her raise a brow, because she knew what was coming next. "Why don't we just go together? I mean, it would make the most sense." he said with a shrug and she hadn't missed the way his eyes took her in, making her heart race.
She knew it was a bad idea, it was a bad idea to be alone with him. That was the reason they'd fucked the first time, he'd caught her alone. She was weak to him and she couldn't quite figure out why. At least at the house, she had excuses to why she couldn't be alone with him, even when she was it was only a matter of time before Tori or Devon or Vinny came looking for her. She hesitated for a moment, debating before deciding she was sober enough and strong enough to control her stupid, teenage girl emotions.
"Yeah, I guess your right." she finally breathed. "Well since your going, you can go in." she smirked, making it clear she was going to go exactly how she was. She didn't say another word expecting him to follow as she slipped down the stairs, grabbing the keys to her expensive dark red BMW, that honestly matched her hair a little to perfectly. She slipped out the front door, not bothering to see if he was following.
She slipped into the front seat as she played with the radio station, as he got into the car and she backed out without a word. The smart thing would have been to go by herself, to not put herself in a situation with her step-brother. What was worse was that her father had made a point to talk to her specifically about staying away from Tony, because he'd found out about that night and he was less than pleased with both of them. Not to mention she'd practically been promised to Devon already. She kept quiet for most of the ride until they pulled into the parking lot of the quick stop.
She glanced to him with a wicked smirk on her lips. Somehow even after a night of partying, shooting up, and fucking she still looking insanely good. Like she'd step straight out of a 90s punk music video. "You need money?" she breathed raising a brow almost tauntingly. "Or you think you can handle a little theft?" she said glancing to the liquor store before back to him. Just because Jacoby Verona was literally worth billions, didn't mean she paid for things as often as she should.
He knew even before he'd started talking there was a fat chance she'd care or even take him seriously. so when she scoffed, he merely sat there silently, emotionless. He honestly wanted for them to be able to get along for once. Maybe just be a brother to her for five minutes. Then she was probably right in the same respect not to want anything to do with him. In the past year all he'd done was treat her like shit. He didn't blame her for hating him.
"Since when are you the nice guy anyway? You trying to act like a brother now?" she finally said with a cruel laugh that he could see right through, she was in pain, he only knew that because in some regards she acted the same exact way his sister acted. They put up walls and hid behind them. "Well I've already got one babe, I don't need another." she shrugged standing up and he clenched his jaw. He didn't want to go after her, she was a runner anyone could see that. When she didn't want to face her problems she ran from them.She grabbed the bottle of liquor and he watched her his expression of concern unchanged.He practically felt the chill of her cold stare. "When I need your fucking sympathy, I'll come find you, but don't hold your breath." she scoffed before turning and slipping back inside the house.
Vincenzo had the strongest urge to kiss her. Not because she was beautiful, not because of the simple thrill of doing something his father told him not to. He wanted to kiss her because she was complex and she wasn't falling all over him, like he was some heaven sent being. She wasn't like every other two dimensional girl in his life. She had secrets, she was fucked up, and he could see every shattered piece like a mirror, that no one wanted try and put back together. Vinny was the type of person that needed to feel wanted to thrive and it was selfish sure, but he knew that if he had her, she'd always need him.
He hadn't made up his mind to kiss her, but he wanted to chase after her. He slipped into the house quickly after her not grabbing her but grabbing the bottle from her hand instead, taking it back from her. "Does he care though?" Vinny breathed referring to her brother. He was actually being decent to her and that was rare for him. "Does he give a fuck what happens to you Kiera? Because if he did I don't think you'd be so miserable." he breathed honestly.
"Everyone looks at you and sees nothing but a nice face and tits." he was being brutal, but honest. He wasn’t saying it to hurt her, like he knew Killian didn't all the time. "Your better than that, I've known that from the very first day I met you, so stop selling yourself short." he practically ordered. "Stop running." he said holding her eyes. He set the bottle of liquor aside before stepping closer to her and the heat was undeniable. "I wasn't sympathizing with sweetheart, because I don't feel sorry for you putting up with that ass hole. I was only wondering if you were alright, excuse me for giving a fuck." he continued before placing a hand on the back of her neck and kissing her hard.
The kiss was incredible. His body burned and instantly he wanted more, like he'd stopped kissing her despite the fact his lips were still pressed to hers. He'd never felt so drunk and high and out of his fucking mind at the same time. He felt the fire even past the drugs that clouded his thoughts. As quickly as he kissed her though, he pulled away, trying hard to compose himself and not talk her out of her clothes. He took a step back creating distance between them and he knew he fucked up by kissing her, but he pretended the kiss hadn't phased him and instead covered his feelings with a smug smirk.