Page 138 of Hateful Games

“Wait until it’s your turn, asshole.”

“Iris loves me.”

“How you got that to happen is a mystery to me,” I mutter. “I still don’t believe you both ran into each other and just clicked. That shit happens in movies.”

He gives a secretive smile and replies, “I got lucky.”

Radha knocks on my door and pops her head in to remind me, “Your call is about to start in two minutes, Mr. D’Cruz.”

“Thanks, Radha.”

She shuts the door and Nathan turns serious. “I heard about Mercer limited. It’s the second incident now. Someone has it out for you.”

“I’m on it.”

“Are you thinking of bringing in a private investigator?”

“I don’t want to spook whoever it is. They’ll be on high alert.”

“It’s a risky move, waiting for them to slip up.”

“But also, my best shot.”

“True,” replies Nathan before rising and buttoning his suit jacket. “Watch your back. This could all be a distraction from a bigger play.”

***

I’m deep in between examining the latest financial reports when my phone rings. My mom’s name flashes on the screen and I pick it up after the first ring. Most people are surprised when they realize I’m the closest to my mother. She has always been and will be my number one priority. On the surface, her life is a dream the world envies her for, but only I know in reality she’s trapped by her demons. Their hold tighter than a noose.

Even though it’s been years, she still blames herself for my kidnapping. Which is why I never miss her call, knowing it sends her into a fright. It’s the last thing she needs.

It kills me because it wasn’t her fault.

Just another vicious stab taken by Mihir.

“Hi, Ma,” I softly answer.

Her gentle voice flows to my ears. “Where are you, beta?”

“Office. Where else would I be?” I reply teasingly, relaxing back in my chair.

“At home with your wife, perhaps,” she teases back with a soft chuckle.

The sound of her laughter was a rare sound while growing up. She’s been doing it a lot freely over the years and it eases some of my worry. “Soon. Have some urgent work to finish first.”

“There’s always something urgent.”

“Ma,” I sigh.

“Work is important but family should always come first, Nova. Rosalie has uprooted her whole life and you should be by her side to make her feel welcome. It’s your responsibility as her husband. Spend time together and learn about each other.

“That’s what honeymoons are for and we’re leaving after next week. I’ll have all the time in the world to know her better.” Before she can lecture me more, I switch the topic. “How are you? Are you taking care of yourself? I don’t want you to hesitate to call me when you need me. I mean it, Ma.”

“Oh shush, let me be the mothering one between us,” she scolds. “I am your mother, after all.”

“I’m serious.”

“So am I. I have your father to take care of me.”

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