Page 8 of Twisted In Obsession

Ignoring me, he steps around me. Discreetly, I shift on my feet so I can have a view of what is about to happen. I watch in horror as Nico circles Harrison - and the man that is restraining him – with murder in his eyes.

“Who the fuck are you?” Nico snarls, his voice low, threatening.

Not wanting to witness anymore of this exchange, I turn away like the coward I am. My eyes stay locked on the wall but when I see movement out of my peripheral, I shift my gaze to Leo. He stares back at me, concern, pity and apology in his gaze. I almost smile, wanting to ease his worry, but then I remember who he is loyal to. Who he came here with. He is part of this and letting it all happen. In fact, he is top of my shit list as he is the one restraining Patty.

“I’m her date. Who are you?” Harrison finally responds, making me break my gaze from Leo. I focus back on the wall. Harrison is trying to sound confident, but I hear the tremble in his voice.

Nico laughs but there’s no humor to it. It’s a cruel sound that sends a shiver down my spine. “Me?” he muses, and I can’t help but glance at them. Nico still circles him, toying with him. A game of cat and mouse. Predator and prey. It’s clear to everyone in this room which one Nico is. “I’m your worst nightmare,kid,” he sneers. “The man that owns the girl you dared to take on adate. You may be with her here now, but make no mistake, she ismine,” he seethes, and I jolt as fear takes hold of me. “And I swear on every single cent I have, that I will end your miserable life if your cock has been anywhere nearmypussy.” My heart rate spikes to an unnatural speed, spine jerking straight at the threat in Nico’s voice. Pure terror slithers in my veins and I wish I could put a stop to this nightmare.

“Wh-what?” Harrison stutters out, his eyes bulging in shock. I feel so guilty that I dragged him into this mess. I knew I shouldn’t have gotten into anything with him. Not that I anticipated this outcome, but still.

Nico comes to stand in front of me. Pinching my chin between thumb and forefinger, he lifts until my gaze locks on his. “Did you let him touch what is mine,Tesoro?” His voice is soft, a caress at odds with the anger rolling off him. I shake my head as much as I can with him gripping me. It’s the truth. We haven’t so much as kissed. And when Harrisons lips did touch mine it all happened so fast, I doubt it could even be called a kiss.

Nico’s eyes me with something I can’t quite decipher. His mouth parts and just when he is about to respond, a cry sounds, breaking the otherwise quiet of the house and shattering my world even more. Of all the things that could happen right now, this is the worst outcome. I don’t know how I expected things to go tonight, but this was definitely not it. I would have told Nico about Romeo, of course I would have, but not like this. I was hoping I could at least get Harrison out of danger first and then maybe talk like reasonable, sensible adults. Jesus. Who am I kidding. Nico is the least rational person I know.

Nico’s head snaps up, ears straining toward the noise and brows furrowing in confusion. My heart pounds in my chest. I want to cry. I want to take my son and run far away. This can’t be happening. Please, no. Not my baby.

His eyes zone in on the hallway and in the direction of the bedroom, where Romeo cries. Turning, his cold, deadly gaze locks on mine. A range of emotions flash in those pale blue orbs, but I don’t have time to make sense of them because my body locks up with pure dread.

He tsks. “Does that belong to you,Tesoro?” My head lowers. A tear leaks down my cheek. I work to keep my mouth clamped shut as if I can keep all my secrets locked inside. Squeezing my chin almost painfully, he gives me no choice but to look at him. “If I find out you have been hiding my own flesh and blood…” he trails off, jaw clenching and not finishing that sentence. “Dante, go and get the baby.”

Chapter6

Nico

“No,” Ocean cries out, shooting forward and trying to grasp at Dante.

Grabbing her arms, I pull her into me, restraining her arms and holding her tight as I wait for my best friend to come back. I know, even without seeing the baby, that it’s mine. Don’t ask me how, I just do. Maybe it was Ocean’s reaction when the baby cried. She knew she was fucked. All the blood drained from her face, her eyes turning frantic as she waited for me to react to the crying.

My pulse beats in my ears, so loud, it nearly drowns out the noise of Ocean’s sobbing. Muffled screams have my attention shifting to the gray-haired lady tied to a chair. She wriggles from side to side, pulling at her restraints, trying to break free. It’s no use. She won’t get out of them. My head tilts and I study her. I’ve got to give the woman credit, she has some fight in her and right now, she is trying to protect Ocean and the child… my child?

Turning away from her, I grip Ocean tighter. My whole body throbs in anticipation, waiting for Dante to return with the baby. Seconds feel like hours but in reality, it’s only a couple of minutes before he is striding back into the room with a small bundle in his arms. A blue blanket covers him, but the tight lipped, shocked look on Dante’s face confirms what I already know.

“Please, Nico,” Ocean sobs, struggling in my arms. Out of my peripheral, I spot the motherfucker who clearly has a death wish, fighting with Marco and trying to move closer to us. With one threatening look in his direction, I smirk when he pales and freezes on the spot. This kid needs to realize he is well out of his league before he gets himself killed over someone - or two people if I am being specific - who doesn’t belong to him.

Swallowing, his voice wobbles when he mumbles, “Don’t hurt them.”

I search his face, biting back a snort. Like the old lady, I’ve got to give it to the asshole; he is trying to be brave. Though he is fighting a losing battle - and he knows it - he still wants to be the hero. To bemygirl’s hero. Fucker’s lucky I haven’t slit his throat yet. “I suggest you keep your mouth shut. I’m about three seconds away from making sure you can never say another word again.” He turns an unusual shade of white, his mouth clamping shut and stepping closer into Marco as if my soldier will help him. He won’t. “Good boy.” I mock before turning my attention back to Ocean. Dropping my lips to her ear, I say. “Who has been a naughty girl? Hmm?” Looking at Dante, I jerk my head, signaling him to come closer.

“Please, Nico,” Ocean whispers, her voice catching, body shaking in my arms. I like when she begs. But under very different circumstances.

Dante comes to a stop in front of us, his face impassive. He stares down at the child in his arms and shifting closer, I do the same. My breath catches in my throat at what I find. Eyes the same shade as mine stare back at me. My gaze shifts up, landing on the tufts of dark hair on his small head. There is no mistaking who his father is. He is a perfect replica of me. My jaw clenches, agony ripping through me. I have a fucking son and I didn’t even know. My lying, deceitful littleTesororan away from me, takingmyson with her. She kept him hidden and there is no doubt in my mind that if I had not found her, she would have kept him from me for the rest of my life.

Disdain for what she has done slithers through me and in this moment, I hate her. Don’t want to be near her. I shove her away from me. She stumbles, her palms landing on the wall as she steadies herself. My eyes shift back to the baby and without another thought I take him out of Dante’s arms. Someone sobs almost hysterically. I know without looking its Ocean. Fuck her. She had my son and never thought to even try to contact me.

“Nico,” her choked, raspy voice goes straight to my cock, but I ignore it. Now is not the time. I hate her.Wehate her. I amend, letting my dick know the deal and wanting him on board.

“Don’t,” I warn, letting my gaze finally shift to her. “I don’t need to ask, but I will anyway. Is he mine?”

A tremor wracks her body, but she nods. “Yes,” she responds so quietly, I almost miss it.

I tsk. “Oh, what a tangled web you have woven,Tesoro. These people know you as Lyra, I knew you as Ocean. But your real name is Emilee. You lie. To everyone. Can’t even be honest about your name.” She shakes her head, slapping a palm over her mouth as if that will stop me. It won’t. “Then you run, taking my son with you. Not only that, but you also dare to date another man, bring him aroundmyson when I never even had the chance to meet my own flesh and blood.” I shake my head, venom lacing every word out of my mouth. “Then you bring this pathetic asshole back here to give him what’s mine.” My anger rises to an unhealthy level. I am fucking raging. I don’t know which of her transgressions is the worst. It should probably be hiding my son, but right now I can’t get past the fact she went out with the trembling, wide eyed idiot behind me.

“I already told you. Harri–”

I cut her off, shifting my son in my arms. “Don’t say his name. If you even look at him right now, you will sign his death warrant.” I seethe, making her back up against the wall. “Or maybe he signed it himself? Hmm? I should kill him for touching you. Slit his throat and fuck you in his blood, so the last image he has before he eventually dies is me claiming what’s mine? Maybe then wherever he ends up in the afterlife, he will think twice about touching things that don’t belong to him.” The sound of liquid hitting the wood floor lets me know my words have had their desired effect. The motherfucker has pissed himself. I glance at him, smirking when I see his wet jeans. My lip curls up in disgust. “Get him out of here, Marco.

“Nico, stop.” Ocean cries harder, a pleading look in her eyes. “Don’t hurt him. If you leave them alone, I will do as you say. I won’t fight you. I will come back to New York.”

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