Page 24 of Forbidden Obsession

“If I have more questions, I’ll let you know.”

He nodded and rushed off. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he didn’t want to answer more of my questions.

I wondered if everyone was as secretive as Dominic. Rising to my feet, I strolled to a window at the back of the room. Peeking out, I saw some of the same men who’d assaulted me, drinking and slipping money into the bras of some of the women.

“This is the wild, wild west,” I murmured. Annoyance crept over me when I thought of my Infiniti. I could call and report it stolen, but unfortunately, my cell phone, purse, credit cards, and license were in my car. “Shit!”

I turned and left the room in a hurry, going in search of a telephone.

7

Dominic

“I’ve found him. I’ll bring him to you.”

“That’s my boy. I knew I could depend on you to hunt Gianni down.”

“I haven’t been a boy for a long time, Father.”

He paused, coughed, cleared his throat, and mumbled through the line. “Yes, yes. Perhaps I should make you my right hand. I need someone who can get things done around here.”

“Dameon—”

“Shut the fuck up, Rolando.”

I smirked. I could see Rolando’s smug face in the background, staring at Dameon in disbelief.

“When you leave there, bring him to me.”

“I’ll be there soon.”

The line dropped, and I sat the phone in its cradle and left the office, strolling back to the lounge. When I entered, it was empty, and a full plate of food sat untouched on the table. I inhaled a deep breath and went in search of Penelope.

She ground my gears, and it annoyed me that she’d been able to follow me without me spotting her.

Never had I let anyone tail me without spotting them. How the hell did she? As much as I wanted an answer, it wasn’t the most important thing. I’d learned a lesson. I wasn’t without mistakes.

I told Dameon no woman could infiltrate my world, but I’d somehow let Penelope inch her way in. Though she was at the entrance, that was close enough, too close, but getting rid of her seemed to be the biggest challenge of my life—mostly because she wouldn’t go, but also because I wanted her to stay.

I found her at the bar arguing with Mano, my capo. I frowned; my face twisted in displeasure when I approached.

“What the fuck seems to be the problem?”

She whipped around and reached for me, her hands gripping my torso as she stepped close. “This man won’t let me use the phone. It’s ridiculous!”

I removed her hands because her touch did odd things to my libido, and I didn’t need to think about shoving my dick inside her right now. “Who do you need to call?”

Her brows dipped, and I adored the pout that pushed her lips out.

“My car was stolen. Everything is in it. All my personal belongings. As far as I know, my credit cards are being maxed out, and my bank account is depleted!”

“Lower your voice.”

She went to respond but closed her lips. Her obedience aroused me, and I caught myself staring at her mouth.

“So, who do you plan to call?”

Confusion settled across her face. “The police, hello?”

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