Page 68 of Obsessive Love

Kaleb catches the motion and scowls at his brother as he reaches for my arm and tugs me closer to him, pulling me onto his lap.

"Watch it, Jer," he growls at his brother, holding my squirming body in his lap as I attempt to get up.

"Kaleb," I hiss, quietly protesting.

"It's fine," Jericho says. "Sit with him. It might help to keep him calm and make him think logically for once in his life."

Kaleb snorts and rubs his hand along my arm as I allow myself to relax against him.

"As I was about to say, I'll be awaiting a meeting with Brody Garcia to discuss the plan I've come up with regarding this organisation's future. I've also already filed for a divorce. I've managed to find a solicitor from outside of London with noconnections to Alessandro or any other member of our family. He's helped me file the application, and I will be making phone calls to ensure that we can skip past the mandatory 'reflection period' that most other normal couples have to go through as that will take too much time."

"Hold on," I say, interrupting him. "There's no rush for us to get divorced anymore. I'm not pregnant, Jericho."

"It doesn't matter. This marriage never should've happened. I can't bear to stand in the way of my brother's happiness any longer. I hate the fact that you were forced into this and had no say in the matter. It's not right and I never should've agreed to it. We're getting divorced, Sophia, and I'm going to make sure it can happen as soon as possible," he states, determination laced in his tone.

"I need you to contact your father and your brother and tell them I need to have a meeting with them tonight. Whilst you do that, I'm going to make sure I can discreetly get the paperwork sorted out for us to get a divorce and Kaleb, I'm trusting you to figure out a way for us to kill our father after this weekend and make it look like an accident."

"Why wait until after the weekend? Can't I go kill him now and make it seem like a home invasion?" Kaleb asks. "I know my way around his security system and I can get Miles to help me."

Jericho presses his thumb and forefinger against the bridge of his nose and sighs.

"Sophia and I have to make an appearance at an event this weekend. Well, we all do, actually. It's the annual Rossi Auction. I do not want him dying before the auction because then we're bound to be bombarded with questions by not only members of the auction but the media as well. Plus, I want to be the one who puts a bullet through his head. We've discussed this plenty of times already. You're not taking that away from me."

"Fair point," Kaleb grumbles, resting his head against my side and huffing in disappointment.

"Can I ask why?"

Both of them look at me with alarmed gazes and their foreheads scrunched.

"You don't know?" Kaleb asks.

"Know what?"

Chapter Forty-One

Kaleb

Sophia turns in my lap, staring at me in bewilderment with her round, oceanic eyes. Her blonde hair hangs around her face, tangled and messy from running her hands through it earlier.

"What don't I know?" she asks, breaking me out of my perusal of her.

"Sophia, where were you in March last year?" Jericho asks, watching my girl with a frown.

"She was in France, studying at university."

"So you weren't in London when-"

"How do you know that?" she asks, interrupting Jericho and watching me with a cautious gaze.

"Sophia, I've known where you've been almost every day for the past eighteen years. This isn't new information." I pat my hand against her leg and nod towards my brother. "Let's stop interrupting Jericho and let him talk about things."

"Eighteen years?" she shrieks, looking at me in what I think is surprise or maybe horror.

I sigh and throw my brother an apologetic glance before I cup her face in my hands, bringing it close to mine.

"Well, not technically. I've actually been watching you for eleven years, but I first saw you eighteen years ago on the fifteenth of July in 2004 at the park around the corner from your parent's house. We were both six at the time. You were wearing a colourful butterfly dress and I was sitting in a car, admiring you. You looked at me, for a very brief second and that was the first time I felt the connection between us. Since that day, I kept an eye on you. I watched you, helped protect you, and waited for you because I knew that one day I'd make you mine."

She gapes at me, evidently in shock at everything I've just told her.

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