Page 44 of The Obsession
“I never said that,” he replies.
He basically fucking did.
“Yes, you did,” Lucia snaps as she reaches for the throw blanket that’s draped over the back of the sofa and covers Peach with it.
Something in my chest tightens when Lucia gently skims her hand over Peach’s curls. This is what I mean. This is what my little girl is missing. That soft, feminine touch. The nurturing side that men like me are not equipped with.
“You know I can’t discuss family business with you, babe,” Romeo says.
Her hands go to her hips, and I can tell her sass is coming. “I’m your wife, I believe that makes me family.”
“You know what I mean.”
“Can I at least help get rid of him? He has a kneecap with my name on it.”
Romeo barks out a laugh. “I’ll tell you what you can do.”
“What?” she asks.
“Make us something to eat.”
“Ugh,” she groans, dramatic as ever. This woman never fails to entertain.
Romeo reaches out with his free hand and slaps her arse as she turns towards the kitchen.
“Luc,” I say.
“Yeah.”
“Don’t say anything to Emily about this.”
“Yeah, yeah. I know. What happens in theFamigliastays in theFamiglia.”
Chapter 16
Dominic
Lil’ Peach woke the second the scent of food reached her tiny nose, which didn’t surprise me at all. Like me, eating is her favourite pastime, and our place has never smelled this good.
A few hours have passed, and Emily still hasn’t made an appearance. She’s either sound asleep or hiding out in the spare room so she doesn’t have to face us.
“Are you planning to keep Emily with you guys?” Lucia asks as the four of us sit around the dining table. “Or are you going to help her find her own place?”
“I haven’t thought that far ahead,” I admit. “But I guess she’ll have to stay with us until we can work out something more permanent.”
“Do you have room for her? She can stay here if you don’t.”
Romeo side-eyes his wife, giving her a look that tells me he’s absolutely not a fan of that idea, not that it matters. I wouldn’t consider leaving Emily here anyway. I need her with me, at least for the time being.
Even if we make her boyfriend disappear, there’s still the threat of the other Reapers hanging over her head.They’ll have questions when he doesn’t show up, and she’ll be the first person they go sniffing around for answers. I’m not letting her deal with that shit alone.
“Yeah, I have a spare bedroom,” I tell her. “I’m going to need to get it furnished, though.”
“Oh. I can help with that,” Lucia answers, reaching for her phone.
When her fingers start moving over the screen, Romeo says, “What are you doing?”
“I’m online furniture shopping,” she deadpans, like it’s obvious.
