Page 115 of Always You
I snort. “Hell, no baby, she never turned me on. She disgusted me.”
“Good.” She huffs, I want to laugh at how cute she looks jealous.
“And another thing, I need to tell you, after I had spoken to Sophie, I went to confront Samantha.” A chuckle of disbelief escapes me at the fucked-up shit Samantha and Rachel have done screwing with our life.
“Caught Samantha with her lover balls deep, which happened to be the man Rachel hired to stalk you all these years. Samantha and Rachel set the whole engagement up. Samantha would get her inheritance if she married; I was the pawn in their game.” Explaining it all to her, I leave out the part where I saw a photo of her and Ken.
The image throws me over the edge. The need to toss her on the floor and bury myself in her and get her on her knees to deep throat my cock in her mouth until I spill every drop. Claim her until the image is out of my head like a wild animal. She stands up, throwing her hands in the air.
“I knew it. When I moved back, I noticed a man I had seen in Manhattan. I thought I was going crazy. He looked oddly familiar. I thought it was a coincidence, of him being here, or someone just looking like him.” She shivers.
My jaw twitches at the thought of the asshole following her around.
“Angel, why didn’t you tell me this?” I’m pissed she failed to mention it.
“I just kept brushing it off. I only saw him three or four times since I moved back.”
Fireworks begin to pop. I look up at the clock on the mantel, it’s midnight.
“Happy New Year, baby, to a better year to come. I’ll protect you with my life, Mila, you, and Dante always. I’ll do better.” Then I kiss and kiss her like a man who can’t get enough. Raw, organic, and full of need.
“So, where’s Nana? And your uncle?”
“Nana went to her friend’s party. She’s spending the night there and Uncle Roger is with his girlfriend. I don’t think he’s coming home.”
We walk up the stairs hand in hand. She leads me into Dante’s room, where he’s sleeping. My little man curled in a blanket hugging a Spiderman stuffy; I lean in to kiss his cheek. Soft little breaths escape his lips. He’s perfect.
“I love you,” I softly whisper as I pull the blanket up.
His eyes open. “Daddy?” His voice is groggy.
“Yeah, it’s me. Go back to bed. I’ll see you in the morning, love you.”
“Love you too, Dad.” His eyes close, he’s back into a deep sleep.
Mila chuckles as she watches from the door. “Come on, let’s go to my room.”
We lay in bed. I hold her in my arms, as we drift off to sleep. It’s been weeks since I’ve slept. A sense of relief washes over me. From the beginning, I should have told her everything. I only tortured myself and her. I should’ve known better. I could have lost her—my queen. Mila would never see me in a different light because the love she has for me runs deep, as does the love I have for her. Our love is more profound than the ocean’s depths.
thirty-seven
MILA
Mila
A month later
These past couple of weeks have been wonderful, taking it day-by-day, we’ve spent the last couple of days moving all our stuff into Dominic’s house. After weeks of being apart, we decided to move in together, no point in waiting.
Although there’s still a shadow over us, mainly on Dominic and his brothers, I might have gotten closure and justice. I can’t imagine what the guys are going through. The woman they loved and who raised them, lived a lie. She killed two innocent people, with no remorse. Let’s not forget she wanted me dead. Chills run up my spine just thinking about how crazy she was.
“Baby, I can cook. You know I’m a chef.” Dominic leans to kiss my cheek.
“I know, but I want to cook for you and your brothers tonight. Just relax. You’ve been moving all our stuff in, and we need a family dinner tonight.”
His hands roam my whole body as he stands behind me.
“Dominic,” I whisper; his brothers are in the living room playing with Dante.
