Page 100 of Always You
“Pass the phone to her.” My heart beats out of my chest, and my breath hitched heavily. I can hear her soft breaths that once belonged to me. When her hot air fanned my neck, tickling my ear as I fucked her hard on the bed, floor, and against the wall.
“Mila,” I mumble.
“Yes.” The sound of her voice is cold. I swallow hard.
“Can we meet somewhere to talk?”
She takes a moment to answer. “No, Dominic, I’m not ready to talk to you, much less look at you.”
Fuck, that hurt like a jab to the chest.
My heart races, and I feel my chest tighten painfully. The pressure is overwhelming, as if a thousand-pound elephant is pounding its feet on my chest. What the fuck am I to say to that? I’ll give her time.
“Can I pick up Dante tomorrow just for ice cream? I’ll drop him off... right after, I promise.” Praying, she says yes.
“No, that’s not a good idea.”
Fuck, I hate she can’t trust me. I understand she’s worried my mom would do something to Dante. I don’t blame her. She’s doing what a parent is supposed to do: protecting her son with her life.
“Please,” I beg, my voice strangled.
“I don’t trust your mom. She loathes us. I will not put my son in danger.”
“Mila, please, can I just stop by at his school to say ‘hi’ or at your place for five minutes? Please,” I say desperately.
She takes a deep breath. “Okay, um, you can stop by and see him here.”
“Thank you,” I say, above a whisper. Her alluring voice makes me weak.
“Yeah, sure,” she replies, perhaps hesitantly.
“Have a good day,” I say, hanging up before she changes her mind.
Santiago and Mark cock their heads, frowning.
“Have a good day; really, what kind of shit is this? Yeah, Dom, she’s really going to have a good day with all this going on. What the fuck? Have some sympathy. Shit, even I know it, and I’ve never had a fucking girlfriend.” Santiago waves his hand in the air with a gruff look.
My jaw tightens. I pinch the bridge of my nose. Fuck, I feel like a complete heartless asshole. Class A asshole.
Liam walks in quietly and takes a seat next to us. He rests his hands on the side of his face, elbows pressed on the table.
“The FBI and a couple of officers went to her work and home. Your mom was not at either place. Have you guys spoken to her?”
Fuck, his face is pale. I look at my brothers, maybe they told her something. They look just as surprised as I do.
Santiago speaks first. “No, bro, I haven’t spoken to Mom or gone over. I can’t even look at her. I’ve been making excuses. Have you, Mark?”
Mark shakes his head. “No, I moved to your place; maybe she’s assuming something’s up. I told her I wanted to move out, not making it suspicious.” He blows a hot breath.
The guys look up at me. “I haven’t spoken to her. I know she’s pissed at me because I was with Mila. It’s nothing new for her,” I say as I turn to look at Liam.
“Where do you think she’s at, man? Shit, we need to find her before I get fired for sitting on this too long. Dammit.” He pounds his fist on the table. “Hopefully, she’s at the store or something. The last thing we need is for her to know and be on the run,” he adds.
Fuck, I should have just told Mila sooner. What if my mom’s on the run? I hope, just like Liam said, she’s just running errands.
I look up at Liam. “Did you go in the house?” I ask since he has a key to the house. He’s like family. My mother gave him a key.
He runs his hands along his cheeks. “I went in… Her clothes are all there, nothing’s been touched.”
