#jealous!rio

You weren’t sure how you ended up in this position but you were in it, and you were in it deep 

Things had started off as a simple friendship with both of them 

Just someone to talk to, go out for drinks after a long day 

Neither of them knew about each other and you didn’t think it mattered whether they did or not 

There was obvious chemistry with both though and after both making sure that you knew it wasn’t anything exclusive, you figured you may as well enjoy the company 

Rio was more laid back, liked to take you out to regular mom and pop restaurants and simple bars in the city 

Whereas Billy loved to spoil you 

Taking you to 5-star restaurants and drinking expensive scotch from hotel balconies

You had verified many times with each of them, making sure that there was no relationship

You figured that it was open season for you then 

Rio was sometimes in Beth’s bed and Billy was in Dinah’s 

If they could have options, why couldn’t you? 

You never figured that it would be a big deal 

So when Billy brings you over for dinner and wine, you’re caught off guard when he brings up Rio

“So. Who’s the gangster you were at the park with yesterday?”

You look up at him but he stays looking at his sirloin as he cuts it

He only looks up when it been 10 straight seconds of silence

He smiles at the shock on your face 

“What, you thought I wouldn’t notice?”

And now you’re defending yourself, saying how what does it matter when you two aren’t exclusive and he’s still rolling around with Midani 

“That’s different. I do that because she can help me. She’s an asset. I’m with you because you’re mine.” 

The smile drops from his face almost instantaneously with the last word and its got your thighs squeezing 

Your mouth is moving before your brain has a chance to catch up and make a smart choice of words for a response

“Says who?”

Next thing you know he’s up and crossing over to your side of the table

He does a pretty good job of convincing you but then when you meet up with Rio, he doesn’t bother with formalities or making you dinner 

“How’s pretty boy?”

And again you’re under the microscope

“I don’t know, how’s Beth?”

The twitch in his jaw tells you that that was the wrong answer and you have half the mind to start back peddling when he cuts you off 

“I have eyes everywhere mama. I got a lot of people in my pocket, ready to do anything for some money. So if I were you, I’d start making some choices before pretty boy ain't so pretty anymore.”