Page 92 of Psycho

I turn the doorknob, and open the door to the sun shining bright, a complete contradiction to the storm brewing inside my heart.

Fortress around Massimo’s heart: 1

Hadley: 0

CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX

PSYCHO

I rub the same damn spot on my chest that has me wondering if a heart attack is around the corner for me. Walking to the door, Hadley stands beside her car, keys in hand, and I’m assaulted by memories of everything her. I’m still reeling from her saying she isn’t enough. If anything, I’m not enough, but she’s goddamn perfect.

There’s a deep desire to let her be happy. As the ache in my chest worsens, I know that’s not possible. I can’t let her go.

I call Sean, my guard at the gate.

“Do not open those fucking gates. I don’t care what she says, or how much she pleads. If you open them, it won’t end well for you.”

I don’t bother with his response before I end the call. Switching my coffee for whiskey, I pour two fingers, drink it, and wait. One hour and twelve minutes later, the front door opens, as I fight the smile on my face. Hadley storms over to me, the halo around her irises more prominent than usual. Her fists are clenched, as she stares at me with something that looks like hatred, even though I know otherwise.

“Fucking asshole!” She screams, as she continues her best angry stare. It’s pretty fucking convincing. I lean my head over, looking behind her.

“What are you looking at?”

I chuckle low, as I admit, “You came tearing in here with so much hostility, I was checking for fire behind your pretty little ass.”

Placing her hands on her hips, she throws one hip out with such fucking attitude, and it’s goddamn adorable.

“Seriously, Massimo? You think this is funny?”

Slowly, I drag my gaze from her feet up her body, trailing every delicious inch, taking it all in, before landing back on her eyes.

“I think it’s funny you thought I’d let you go.”

I keep to myself that I tried letting her walk away, and physically felt unwell. My obsession is out of control, but it’s too late to fix that now.

She raises her fists, and I grab her wrists, not wanting her to get hurt, which is exactly what’s going to happen, if she punches me in the chest.

“Why, Massimo, why?”

I give her the only truth I know, as I yank her to my chest, and hold her tight in my grip.

“I don’t know what the fuck it’s called, little lamb, but it hurts when you’re not near me. My chest constricts, and I can’t fucking breathe. I’ll never be the man you deserve. I’m not going to marry you, and give you fucking babies. Don’t you think I know you are worth more than I can give you? It’s not because you’re not enough.I’mnot enough. I can’t fucking let you go. I’m far too selfish of a bastard to live without you.”

Pulling back, she gazes at me with unshed tears in her eyes, as she places her hand on my chest, right over my heart.

“You love me, Massimo.”

Hanging my head in defeat, I admit it, because running from it has gotten me nowhere.

“Yeah, maybe I do, baby. I just hope this is enough.”

She runs her fingers over my cheek, stroking through my beard, before taking her hand to my chin, and lifting my head back.

“It is. I don’t need everything else, Massimo. Only you.”

Grabbing her ass, I pull her onto my lap so she straddles me, and she wraps her arms around my neck, running her fingers through the hair at the nape of my neck. I groan lightly as she leans down to kiss me.

Her soft lips on mine, as she sucks my tongue into her mouth, make me want her mouth on every inch of my skin, but that will have to wait. I lift her with me as I rise from the chair, and head to our bedroom. Setting her on her feet, I lick my lips while I gaze at my girl.

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