Page 29 of The Boss

As I stared down at the phone, a different number popped up as having called with no voicemail attached. With the + before it, that meant the call had come from another country.

“What is it?” he asked.

“A call from a foreign location. I don’t know the number. No message.”

He gently took it from my hand briefly, barely glancing down at the screen. “It’s a call from a location in Greece.”

I bit my lip. Shane still had his old American number, although I also knew he had a business phone, the number not provided to me or my parents. “The police?”

His sigh was heavier than before as he handed it back to me. “Possibly. You are closest of kin. Make the call to Shane. If your parents had his number listed for an emergency with the person who rented the house, he will be contacted as well.”

“I have no idea if they did, but my mother knew Shane’s number. She tried to call him as well.” I glanced away, the knot in my stomach shifting into a gut instinct. Shane was involved with something more nefarious. Why? What? So many questions raced through my mind that only he could answer.

So I made the call as directed.

The phone rang only twice before going to voicemail. I held it out so Dimitrios would know I wasn’t lying. Maybe all I needed was time to figure out what was the best thing to do.

He nodded, his body tensing.

“Shane. It’s Willow. You need to return my call. Something has happened. I must speak with you. It’s urgent. Please. You’re my brother. I need you.” I ended the call and handed him back the phone. “I assume if he calls, you’ll answer?”

“Yes, I will.”

“Don’t kill him, Dimitrios. He might be the only link to finding out who really did kill my parents.”

“As I already told you, I plan on talking with him.”

“Fine. If it’s alright with you, I’m going back to my prison.”

“Remain in your room, Willow. I don’t like the thought of treating you like a prisoner so don’t challenge to me do so.”

“Why, yes, sir.”

CHAPTER 9

Dimitrios

Willow walked away from me again.

And I’d allowed her to walk away from me. Again.

She had her head high, but I could tell she was holding back sobs, refusing to cry in front of me. Her tearstained face had nearly torn me apart. She’d needed to understand that she had no choice but to follow my rules, but to do it that way was…

Barbaric.

Fuck. I’d seen desire in her eyes. I’d felt the electricity burning brightly within both of us. I’d felt the energy as my adrenaline and pheromones had almost allowed me to cross the line.

But it couldn’t happen.

I slowly headed toward the house, cognizant that she’d found the back door, storming inside. The woman riled everything within me, but the arousal, the need to touch her was getting out of hand.

My thoughts should be considered ugly, the longing I’d felt to strip her naked by the fountain remaining. The sight of her rounded bottom alone had forced my balls to tighten.

Another thought crushed the sensual yearning. What if her father wasn’t who he’d always purported himself to be? Was it possible he was the real catalyst in all of this? It was just something else to add to the mix.

“Móno oi anóitoi pistévoun aftó pou eínai brostá sto prósopó tous.”

Only fools believe what’s right in front of their face. That was one of my father’s favorite sayings. It had turned into Gregory’s as well since I’d heard that from the time I was a young boy.

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