Page 124 of My Sweetest Obsession
“He just wants to take care of you and keep you safe. You know how he is?—”
“You mean controlling?” I interrupted, my heart racing. “This isn’t taking care of me, Tabi. This is him trying to control my life.”
“I know Nico can be... intense, but maybe he thinks he’s doing what’s best for you.”
“Says who, Tabi? Since when is it okay for Nico to dictate my choices? Has he forgotten that my choices were taken from me when I was captured?” I whispered so the driver couldn’t hear.
“I get it, Gigi. I really do. But Nico loves you. He just wants to protect you. He thinks that living together will keep you safe,” Tabi added, her voice gentle yet firm.
“I’m not made of glass. I can take care of myself,” I shot back.
“I know you can. But with everything that’s happened lately, it’s understandable that he’s worried.”
I let out a defeated sigh. “Tabi, I don’t want to feel like I’m being suffocated.”
“Then talk to him,” Tabi urged.
My head fell back against the seat, and I stared out the window at the blurred city lights, trying to block out the urge to scream and cry.
Tabi’s voice cut through the quiet. “He blames himself for what happened to you, Gigi. He’ll never forgive himself for that. I know it sounds crazy, but at the end of the day, he has your best intentions at heart.”
I hated to admit it, but I knew he did. I just didn’t like it.
The car jerked to a sudden stop, the tires screeching. I instinctively gripped the back of the front seat.
“Oh, shit!” the driver yelled.
“What the hell was that?” I shouted. My eyes darted ahead, and my stomach dropped when I saw two black cars, their windows heavily tinted, blocking our way.
“Gigi! What’s happening?” Tabi yelled through the phone.
I stole a look in the rearview mirror. My heart plummeted as I saw Nico erupt from his car, storming toward us with a fierce intensity that sent a chill down my spine. There was a determined fury in his stride, one that suggested he was ready to murder me.
NICO
I stormed toward the car, my anger fueling every step, and wrenched open the back door. “Out.Now.”
She reached for the door handle, but I firmly stopped it from closing by gripping the edge of the window. “Get the fuck out of the car, Gigi.”
“Excuse me, sir—” the cab driver started, but I silenced him with a deadly stare.
Turning back to my little angel, I snarled, “If you don’t get your ass out of this car, I’m going to drag you out.”
She paused, probably not wanting me to throw her in the trunk like the first time. I was surprised when she willingly stepped out of the car, slamming the door with more force than necessary.
She lifted her chin as if she were challenging me. I stepped closer, our noses almost touching, and hissed, “I suggest you don’t make a scene.”
She glared at me but said nothing as if she was waiting to see what I would say next.
“Get in the car,” I ordered, pointing toward my ride.
She pressed her hands firmly against my chest, the unexpected push forcing me backward just enough that I stumbled back a step.
I watched her sashay her ass to my car, every movement oozing attitude.
“Pay the driver!” she shot back and slammed the passenger door.
I worked my jaw and turned to my men. “If she tries anything, restrain her.” They nodded.
