Page 156 of The Dark Obsession

With our penchant for the darker side of things, this is where we feel most like ourselves.

Especially considering Tyson’s intense possessiveness over me combined with my own need for a more solitary lifestyle.

I’m still not ready to change than about myself. I don’t think I ever will be, but that’s okay.

I’ve come to accept it as part of who I am, love it even.

The constant presence of others just overwhelms me, with one exception in form of an unfeeling hitman whose care takes my breath away.

For some reason, Tyson has always been different.

Since the first moment our eyes locked I’ve been drawn to him.

And with time and persistence, he’s become the one person I cannot live without.

From what I heard from Rafe since Tyson has gotten me a phone with his and my brother’s numbers on it, they’ve been at war with the Bratva ever since our attack.

Despite Tyson’s reassurances that it’s nothing they can’t handle, in the back of my mind, I can’t rid myself of the incessant anxiety for my newfound brother’s safety.

Deep down, I feel equal parts guilty and grateful that they’re leaving Ty out of the fighting since he has officially retired now. If that’s something hitmen can do.

After being discharged from the hospital, he wanted to focus wholly on building our lives together.

Refusing to let me out of his sight and I couldn’t be more glad for it.

I have yet to meet Dante and honestly, I’m more than nervous about facing the famously ruthless Capo.

Though if my relationship with Raffaele is anything to go by, I should have nothing to worry about.I really hope so.

I couldn’t be more fortunate to have them in my life now that my father is dead.

In the end, I never asked how he died. Our relationship ceased to mean anything the day he almost took away the one person who matters the most.

And I haven’t asked who’s done it either.

I just know that it wasn’t Tyson because he hasn’t left my side since waking up in the hospital.

Just like he promised.

All the while my mother continues to live comfortably, her lavish lifestyle being funded by my father’s inheritance.

That day Rafe and I left her restrained in the kitchen has been the last time I’ve seen her.

And that won’t ever change.

I’ve found my own little family alongside Tyson and Nero.

One that accepts and loves me wholly and unconditionally for who I am.

And I love them.

So much that sometimes I wonder how I don’t combust from how full my heart is.

Turning over, I expect to bury myself into Tyson’s warm body,but no.

His side of the bed is cold and empty.

We always sleep wrapped up in each other’s arms, so how come that I didn’t notice him getting up.

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