Page 78 of Ruthless Obsession
Toby’s eyes move over my face and body. “What the fuck is going on?” He snarls.
“Relax.” Mavis pulls back his suit jacket brandishing his Glocks in the shoulder and waist holsters.
Toby fists curl on the table across from us. “You have something that doesn’t belong to you,” he spits.
I remove my sunglasses, tucking them into my clutch. “I’m not a fucking stuffed animal. I’m a person, asshole.”
He points a finger toward me fire in his eyes. “Stop it, Sophie, it’s time to come home.”
“You blew up the place I called home.” I wave him off. “Not that it matters. I was walking out of your life. You hit me for the last time.”
We talk like his date isn’t sitting beside him mouth agape.
Mavis snickers at our exchange clearly unbothered.
“My men told me someone was sitting outside the house the night we had a heated discussion.”
I laugh incredulously.
“The asshole who blew up our home was taken care of. They were just supposed to warn them to back off.” He reaches for my hand.
I inch backwards.
“Baby, I’ve had my men tearing up the city looking for you.”
He looks like the seedy businessman everyone warned me about. He only showed me the clean cut good boy. But with his dark brown hair slicked back and his angry piercing blue eyes holding mine he looks like an evil treacherous businessman.
My lower lip trembles. “You never loved me. You planned to sell me.”
Toby’s eyes soften. “Baby, it’s me. I’d never do that.”
There he is. The man who I first met.
“You’re a monster, Toby,” I sneer.
Toby reaches for me again.
Mavis pushes my hands under the table. “Don’t you dare touch my woman,” he grits out.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
RUTHLESS
“What’s going on here?” the brown-haired woman finally pipes up.
“You’re one of Toby’s many women,” Sophie tells her. “I was the one he called his girlfriend, for whatever that was worth."
Her brows knit. “We just started dating.”
“Well, newsflash. He has other women living all over Chicago.” Sophie smiles sweetly.
Toby pats the woman’s thigh. “Relax Greta.”
Time to get down to business.
I open my hands. “How’s business, Toby?”
He leans back on the sofa, face twisting with arrogance. “How do you know Sophie?”
