Page 232 of Roberto

I would have known the shape of his nose and the perfect curve of his cheekbones anywhere.

Roberto.

“Mother FUCKER!” I swore out loud.

82

It seemed I had lost a lover…

And picked up a stalker instead.

The blue Camry started popping upeverywhere.

It was there in the early morning hours when I left work for home…

And it was there every afternoon when I drove from the Summit to De Sade.

The only time Ididn’tsee it was when I delivered money to Lau’s office.

Every time I saw it, my heart broke a little –

But I also got furious.

Stupid fucking mafia asshole is STALKING me?!

God DAMN him!

I wasn’t everafraid,exactly.

I didn’t think Roberto would hurt me…

But his behavior troubled me.

And…

If I’m being honest…

It turned me on the tiniest bit, too.

Finding out someone you still loved was obsessed with you?

It would have been flattering –

If I wasn’t so pissed off at him for being in the mafia and lying to me by omission.

(Except YOU lied to him by omission, too, didn’t you? About your connection to Lau – )

(SHUT THE FUCK UP)

Part of me, though,wasworried.

What wouldhappen if push came to shove?

Was Roberto so obsessed that he wouldn’t let me go?

I hoped I wouldn’t have to find that out.

I prayed he would lose interest –

---