Page 65 of Unspoken Obsession

He shakes. Cortisol rushed through him. "No. No. I didn't tell you that. I didn't say a fucking word. No. Please, man. You can't do this."

I guess I didn't even need to get my hands dirty today. That was easy.

I step away from him, watching him kick and swing in his restraints. "My family. I have to get to my family." He screams as horror tears through him. The cuffs are cutting into his wrists and blood is flowing down his arm.

I walk out of the cold room and back into the manager's office.

"And?" he says, looking up at me while I shrug my jacket back on.

"I got what I wanted."

"Who was it?"

"Musetti."

"Fuck." The manager says with wide eyes. "Musetti. What do you want me to do with the guy? Are you going to question him again?"

"No. Leave him there for now. I'm still deciding." I say, walking away.

I am getting somewhere. These attacks were no coincidence; they were orchestrated by him to disrupt my supply chain. I know who is behind it; I will find out why, and I will deal with it.

Now I can relax and enjoy my evening with Frankie—and tomorrow I can focus on the Musetti problem.

To prepare for her arrival,I order us a platter of food from downstairs, a bottle of champagne, and a few artisanal chocolates for dessert.

I put some soft music on in the background, classic rock, and pour myself another whiskey. I need to calm down. A lot has happened; I've made progress.

FRANKIE

Iread the message I have sent him for the fourth time.

My heart is pounding, I am struggling to breathe. My hands are shaking a little. I'm dizzy.

I read it again.

It is the right thing to do.

I can't live like this anymore. I can't live with all these secrets weighing me down, the fear of being caught is making me crazy. He is unaware of my true identity, oblivious to the fact that I am a mother and the child is his.

It's too much.

I'm drowning under it all. Ever since I confirmed that he's the man from the gala and let go of any lingering doubt, I've been overwhelmed by the urge to tell him everything.

So, I will start by telling him who my father is.

I will see how he reacts to that and then decide what else to do from there.

There are still a few hours before I need to get ready, so to fill the time, and walk off this insane anxiety - I am going to take Damion to the jumping castle theme park. He'll have an absolute blast there. We have driven past it a few times and he always shouts out of the window about how he needs to go there.

It will be the perfect way to fill the time.

"Damion?" I call out to him. My hands are shaking, so I take a deep breath and force a big smile onto my face as my little boy comes running into the room.

"Mommy?" He says, curious about what I want.

"Do you remember those big, colorful bouncy houses we drove past - the magic castle park?"

"Mm." He puts his hand to his cheek to think for a moment, then shouts, "Bouncy castle."

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