Page 101 of Twisted Obsession

Should I have been relieved or more stressed about that revelation?

Before I could think on it any further, Ansel came in from the garage, wiping his hands on a large beige towel. He’d asked for two hours with Sorio and hadn’t gone a minute over. He’d wiped away most of the sweat on his face and neck, but sprinkles clung to the edges of his hairline. His hands had been drenched based on the amount of blood he’d wiped onto the towel. His gaze found mine, and I stood, unsure of what to say or do.

His smile cast away every doubt I’d had about him as he stepped to within a foot of me.

“Are you okay?” I inquired in a low tone, not asking because I believed he was physically hurt.

“I’m fine,” he confirmed in his normal voice. He was the Ansel I knew, not the grim reaper that August had warned me about.

“I left you more than enough of him,” he informed.

Ansel must have noticed the doubt in my expression.

“You are going to get the revenge you deserve,” he urged. “Do I need to pull the Dom card and order you to? That motherfucker doesn’t deserve a drop of your sympathy.”

“I don’t feel sorry for him. And you don’t have to turn Dom on me because you’re right,” I stated with certainty.

“Would you like to do to him what you told me you’d planned?” Ansel questioned.

I nodded with pinched lips, not believing what I was agreeing to.

“We’ll set him up for you,” he stated as he slung the bloody towel over his shoulder. He lowered his face to mine and placed a sweet kiss on my lips that I gladly accepted. The fact that he’d kissed me in a room filled with his friends and family spoke volumes.

Without saying a word, the rest of the men, including August stood and followed Ansel into the garage when he walked away.

Megan stood next to me as we watched the closed door the men had exited through. When her warm hand wrapped around mine, I took it and squeezed it.

“Welcome to the family, Doc,” she greeted matter-of-factly.

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