Page 11 of Twisted Trust
It wasn’t always like this.
He once looked at me with love bordering on obsessive possession and I drank it up like a parched woman.
I’d spent my life alone and struggling, and then suddenly, this gorgeous Adonis of a man was interested in me, and I didn’t care that he was a Mafia man.
It wasexcitingback then.
The thrill of fast cars, guns, Levi coming back with a bloodied lip and wounds on his arms for me to take care of.
He was a thick, sexy fantasy with miles of muscle, a sarcastic sense of humor, and the most lovingly attentive acts of affection I’d ever experienced.
By the look of him, not much has changed in his physical appearance.
He’s still as gorgeous as the day I caught his eye across the bar at a yacht party I was working back in New York.
Our summer romance was legendary right out of the silver screen and then, somehow, it all went wrong.
Suddenly, I was fleeing for my life and the life of my son. Our son.
And now he’s here.
Does he know?
My grip tightens on Scott once more who begins to grunt uncomfortably.
Is this why he’s here?
There’s no way he could know that Scott is his, but I will kill him if he tries to take my son away from me.
“Anything else?” The nurse smiles at me, and I realize I zoned out from what she was saying to me. I can’t remember if she asked me a question or not so I shake my head and force a police smile.
“No, I’m fine. Thank you.”
She nods once and flashes Levi a smile, then she leaves.
It’s not until the door closes that it hits me that I should have kept her in here.
A witness is surely the only reason Levi hasn’t killed me already.
“What are you doing here?” I croak while sliding one hand over Scott’s ear so he doesn’t hear. “How did you find me?”
Levi wanders the room and lightly touches everything from the vase of flowers at the end of my bed to the cord of the blinds.
I breathe deeply, trying to keep myself calm, and I’m instantly assaulted by the familiar smoky, spicy scent of Levi Gallo.
“Ask him.” Levi points toward Scott. “Your kid ran out in front of my car, crying like his life was about to end.”
A mix of grief and anger clashes in my chest. I pray Scott didn’t see the end of the fight with that mugger.
The last thing I remember was the sole of his boot coming down on me and then darkness.
“You make it sound like I sent him out there on purpose.”
“Did you?” Levi’s tone is as cold as ice, like every word is a sliver ready to strip my flesh from my bones.
“Of course not!”
“I wouldn’t put it past you.” He moves to stand at the end of my bed. “Who knows what your real intentions are.”
