Page 191 of Volatile Obsessions

This was the right place, thank fuck.

A single blink, and she was there, standing between them.

Smirking.

Leaning against the oak banister.

“I must say, I’m pleasantly surprised you actually made it,” she said amusedly.

But I barely heard her—I was too busy staring.

She looked so much like me.

Not identical, yet I could see similarities.

It was unnerving, and I wondered if Rome had seen them, too. If they’d contributed to our initial attraction…

I didn’t know how to feel about that, but I guess it didn’t really matter in that moment now, did it?

“What’s wrong, Lux—suddenly mute?” she quipped, throwing my focus back in place.

“Where’s Rome?” I gritted out.

A smug, satisfied look settled on her features. “Asleep, in my bed.”

This bitch.

“Let him go.”

“Really? Did you honestly come in here expecting to hit me with that once and get your way? C’mon, sweetheart—be smart,” she sneered.

“I mean, your doors were open, sooo...” I pointed out, my tone condescending.

Liza rolled her eyes. “I left them open for you.”

“Then obviously you knew I’d be coming in here asking you to let him go, so let’s try this again, shall we? Let him go, Liza.”

“Yeah…no,” she chortled, snapping her fingers in the air. “Take her to the basement, boys. I’ll handle her after breakfast.”

It was right about here a weapon would have been fucking helpful. I could have easily put the five of them down with Suki’s help and stormed up the stairs after Liza, forced her to take me to Rome.

But that wasn’t the case, unfortunately.

I could do nothing but let them temporarily restrain me and lead me to what could possibly be my doom, along with hoping that Suki would be able to execute her part unharmed.

The basement was honestly nothing like I was envisioning on the way down there. I’d assumed it’d be dark, damp, a grimy cellar possibly wreaking of death, but it was the exact opposite.

Completely furnished in reds and golds.

Filled with light.

Spacious.

I was flabbergasted, immediately taken aback by its beauty as they threw me inside and locked the door. If she’d killed someone in here before, one would never know.

Literally.

Not a thing was out of place.

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