Page 79 of Samson

“Anything you need, you let me know.”

She nodded, pressing her lips together to control her emotions. She’d struggled for so long on her own, relying on herself more than anyone else, and now she had this man who would do anything for her.

Before getting out of the car, she kissed his cheek. His hand went around her wrist in a vice grip as she pulled away, but he didn’t hold it for long.

It took all of her willpower to get out of the car and get to the front door of the apartment building without looking back. She knew he’d stay where he was until she’d gone inside.

When she pushed the buzzer for Luca’s apartment, the door unlocked, and she pushed inside, focusing on the elevator. She’d have plenty of time to figure out what to do with Samson later. Right now, Luca needed her. She just hoped she had a solution for him.

Luca was standing in his door when she arrived, and she noticed how white his face was.

“Come in,” he said without looking at her, then limped away.

“Are you okay? What happened? Did you hurt yourself?”

“I’m fine.” He turned to sit in a chair and looked across the room.

She followed his gaze. “Oh,” she said, crossing her arms when she saw Marc was there. This wasn’t going to be good. He’d probably accuse her of giving him false information. “At leastyou didn’t break into my place this time. So what is it now? I hope you’re not the reason Luca is limping?”

“And what if I am?”

“I’m fine,” Luca said. “We just had a little misunderstanding.”

“Then why call me?” Delilah said. “You think I was lying when I said I was done with this? Marc, you said you’d leave us alone if I gave you the information you were after.”

“You gave me bad intel.”

“I told you what Samson said. That’s all. It’s not my fault if your guys are useless. Besides, not only will I never willingly help you again, but you said all you wanted to do was scare him. You lied.”

“What can I say? I’ve got a business to run.”

“Not with my help.”

“I’m sorry you feel that way.”

“I think you should leave.”

“It’s not your house.” Marc looked at Luca and raised is eyebrows. “You have anything to say?”

“He’s fine,” Luca said. “He can stay.”

“Then I’ll go.”

“That’s not a good idea,” Marc said.

“Why not?”

“Luca tells me you’ve become very attached to Samson lately.”

“Why? Because we had breakfast? We ran into each other. I was doing Luca a favor.”

Marc laughed. “How’s that work?”

“Customer relations. Samson brings in a lot of business.”

“You were right, Luca. I can see it in her face. She truly believes she’s different to him. Is that what you think, Delilah? That you’re special? Do you really believe Samson likes you morethan all the others? Because I’m sorry to burst your bubble, but that man doesn’t care about anyone but himself.”

“Is there a point to your rambling?”

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