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I clenched my jaw, then turned.
She thought her precious little boyfriend was hurt.
But she didn’t understand.
It had been a message.
One received loud and clear.
Touch her…and see what happens.
I glanced at the monitor and found that the game was stuck and I was dying over and over again. I stepped closer and hit the button, killing the damn thing cold. I couldn’t play, not all fucking day. I’d been waiting for her to come home, waiting for her to explode.
Now that she had, I needed to run.
I grabbed my sneakers, yanked them on, and strode down the stairs and out the door. By the time I hit the end of the driveway, that unmerciful anger was back.
She was safe.
She was protected.
That’s all that mattered.
I turned my head, pushing into a jog…trying my best to ignore the gray fucking Audi following me in the distance…and the Rossi hitman behind the wheel.
THIRTY-SEVEN
ryth
“You look perfect, Mom.”I smiled when she turned.
Her eyes shone with concern as she reached toward her hair. “You think?”
“Iknow.”I stepped closer, grabbing her hand. “Stop fussing…you’ll ruin it.”
“You’re right,” she agreed, and dropped her hand. “You’re right.”
She looked perfect in a simple, off-white dress, the lace hugging her figure. She didn’t look like my mom. She looked like someone else, someone young and perfect…someone happy. I wanted to feel that happiness for her…I was desperate to feel it.But no matter how hard I smiled, I couldn’t stop thinking about dad.
“Mom.”
“Hmm?” She turned, looking at herself side-on in the mirror as she slid a hand down her ass.
“I haven’t been able to reach dad. I’ve called the prison like five times, now they don’t even try to get him to the phone. They tell me he’s not taking calls or visitors, and I don’t understand why?”
She froze, her gaze meeting mine in the reflection.
Fear.
That’s what I saw. Fear.
“What’s going on? Why won’t they let me talk to him?”
She turned slowly, stepping close. “You know I love your father. Ihaveloved him for a very long time and I’m going to do everything in my power to get him out of where he is. But, honey, your father did some terrible things, cruel things, things that the law just cannot overlook. As hard as Creed and the other lawyers have been working to help him, they just have not been able to find a way to get him free.”
I rocked back on my heels. “They…they can’t get him out?”
All this time, I’d been waiting for the call, hoping and praying I’d at least see him again, even if we were no longer a family. I wasn’t a kid…I wasn’t naive. I knew we’d never have again what we'd once had, and maybe that was a good thing. It wasn’t like it had been happy. But I didn’t want this.
