I felt the blood drain from my face as soon as that creep, Larkin, spoke.
Blake was standing in front of me with her hands placed firmly on her hips and all I could do was stay half hidden.
"Why the hell aren't you in jail?" Blake spat angrily.
"Whatever you accused me of," Tyler's eyes whipped towards me and I felt something in the pit of my stomach drop. "The police couldn't find enough proof."
"You wait until Carlos hears about this-"
"And what will he do, darling?" Tyler stepped closer to Blake, his body almost touching hers. I could see her visibly stiffen, but she stood her ground. "His power only goes so far."
What was he talking about - power? What type of power would Carlos have? Something about this whole situation felt off and I just couldn't shake it.
"Back off," Blake spoke through gritted teeth.
"Feisty," Tyler sickly voice sounded, as he moved his hand down her back and slowly onto her behind, all the while a smile sliding across his face.
Blake reacted quickly, striking him across the face. The sound echoed around the lobby and people were starting to look.
"Touch me again..." Blake started but her anger was interrupted by the sound of Tyler laughing. It was a sound that ran right through me.
"See you around ladies." He bowed his head, backing away, but not before his eyes met mine briefly.
"What. A. Creep." Blake turned around to face me.
"Why the hell would Carlos know someone like that?" And Daniel, but I didn't want to think about that.
"Beats me." Blake shrugged. "Still want to go to the pool?"
"Sure." I tried for a smile.
"Are you OK?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," I said, but when Blake gave me a look that said 'I do not believe you', I added. "Honestly." I didn't want to trouble Blake with what was running through my head.
We finally headed up to our rooms to get changed for the pool - a little bit of relaxing might be good for my overactive brain. All I could think was that we weren't being told the full story. Something in the back of mind was urging me not to trust either of the Italian brothers... And all I could do was ignore it.
When our day by the pool had finished, we went back to our hotel room to get ready for dinner with Daniel and Carlos. I had decided to wear a fitted, strapless black dress. It hugged my curves.
"Someones ready for sex," Blake teased from the mirror, once I had left the bathroom.
"The fact that you always want sex is rubbing off on me." I pulled my tongue out her. "When will the guys be here?"
"It should be any minute."
As if on cue, there was a knock on the door.
I opened it with a smile on my face, but I still couldn't shake the feeling in my stomach. "Let me guess... Room service?"
"Hey you," Daniel replied as he gave me a soft kiss. "You look beautiful."
"You look perfect," I spoke, feeling the warmth in my chest spread - a usual side effect of Daniel.
"Shall we?" Carlos spoke smoothly from behind us, Blake's arm hooked through his.
The restaurant was not far from the hotel, so we walked, accompanied by our Italian men. Once inside, I couldn't help but notice how quaint it was. It was like something I'd imagine when thinking of an Italian bistro; stone walls, hanging flowers, open kitchen. There was even an Italian mamma! I could already feel my thoughts shift further into the back of my mind.
"I knew you would like this," Daniel whispered into my ear, from behind me.
"I thought I was meant to be mysterious," I teased, turning around in his arms to face him.
"I'm slowly uncovering you." The way he spoke, made my cheeks flush.
"Come on love birds," Blake spoke, raising her eyebrows. "Our tables ready."
Blake and I decided to sit next to each other, facing Carlos and Daniel. You can guess who was facing who.
Daniel reached for my hand and lightly stoked the back of it with his thumb. "You're so far away," he mouthed.
I laughed, but stopped once I saw the expression on his face change.
"How romantic," the sickly American voice spoke from behind me. I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand. Why is this happening?
With that Daniel stood up, so abruptly that he knocked the table. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm sure I'm doing exactly what you are. Dining out." His blonde eyebrow raised ever so slightly.
I looked over at Carlos, but he was still. It seemed he was watching his brother's moves carefully, his hand over his mouth as if contemplating the situation.
"Although, darling," I felt his hand clamp down onto my shoulder and I stiffened. "I would be careful with your drink."
"Bastardo. Non toccare il suo," Daniel spoke before he lunged towards Tyler, fists clenched.
"Fratello, non." Carlos was restraining Daniel. He must of stood up without me noticing.
I could hear that laugh again behind me. I tried to suppress the urge to shiver out of disgust. Looking over at Blake I tried to gauge what was happening by her expression; her eyes were narrowed towards the restaurant door. Tyler must have left.
"Rachel," Daniel spoke as he rushed towards me, placing either hands on the side of my face.
I didn't know how to hide what I was feeling anymore; I was angry. What the hell were they mixed up in - who the hell was Tyler and why the hell wouldn't they tell us?
"No," I said firmly as I stood up.
"Bella, what's the matter?" Daniel dropped his hands from my face.
"Just... I don't know. I'm going back to the hotel." I looked down at Blake who looked slightly confused and alarmed. "I'm sorry."
I walked out of the restaurant and I knew that Daniel was following me, but I didn't want to speak to him. Not unless he was going to tell me the truth.