Page 72 of Forbidden Obsession

“Oh yes, I almost forgot,” she teased.

“Besides, it's a farce of a position anyway.”

“Did you not graduate from school and have the degrees for the position?”

“You know what the fuck I mean,” I barked, annoyed that she’d decided to fuck with me.

“You could put your focus on your position and give up some of your duties in the Cosa Nostra. You’re the underboss; assign your responsibilities to someone else and live the life you’ve always wanted.”

I shook my head and stood.

“Where are you going?”

“Away from you.” I turned to leave.

“Wait a minute, that’s all I get? Fifteen, almost twenty lousy minutes?”

“You’ve obviously lost your mind. There’s no talking to a crazy person.”

“How is it crazy for me to offer you a suggestion?”

I turned back to Luna, eyes wide, “The fuckery you’re speaking of would never work. Dameon would see to it that I remain just as I am. Trust me!” I yelled. “But two, I’ve gone much too far over the deep end to pretend to have a normal life for the sake of fulfilling a fairy tale I’ll never have.”

“Okay.” She nodded. “I understand. Seriously.”

We watched each other for a minute, and I exhaled harshly.

“Luna, don’t mention it again.”

“I won’t.”

The cell phone I used for calls only from Dameon buzzed. I removed it and glanced at a text message.

Meet me at the estate now.

I frowned and wondered what could be of such utter importance.

“What’s that look?”

“Dameon wants me to meet him.”

“Sounds important.”

I sucked my teeth. “Could be more Rolando bullshit.”

“Does he know about her?”

I glanced from my phone to Luna. “What is there to know?”

“That you like a girl, maybe even got a crush.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Don’t bullshit me, Dominic. You’ve never brought a woman here. She was the same one from the Billiards Club. It’s been a few months. Seems pretty serious.”

“How the fuck do you know about the Billiards Club?”

“Do you even have to ask that? I see all things.”

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