Page 131 of Plunge into Obsession

I kept my back to her, thinking of something I could say that would make what she heard better, but there were no words.

I turned.

She was huddled in a corner, her blue eyes wide and staring at me.

She shook her head.

“Bianca—”

She ran.

Shoving past me and toward the door, she ran as if the devil was chasing her.

She wasn’t all that wrong.

I caught up before she could open the door.

I wrapped my arm around her middle.

She struggled and kicked. “No. Let me go. You’re a fucking monster. You don’t just have ties to the cartel. Youarethe cartel. Oh, my God. Fuck. I think I’m going to be sick.”

I leaned down until my lips touched her ear. “You need to calm down,mi cariño.”

Her nails scratched down my forearms, drawing blood. “No! Don’t call me that, you bastard!”

I tightened my hold around her slightly before setting her on her feet and turning her around. I hauled her up on my shoulder and walked out of the office.

I cupped her ass. “Baby, you need to stop making a scene.”

Which was probably the wrong thing to say since she struggled even harder in my arms, her screams getting louder.

Luckily, the music outside drowned out most of the noise, and I took the stairs two at a time and walked up to our bedroom. I opened the door and threw her on the bed, watching the way she bounced on the mattress a bit before I left.

Her phone blinked on the nightstand, and I grabbed it, ignoring her shouts as I closed the door behind me.

I opened the phone, entering the PIN I watched her put in days before.

I texted her friend first, telling her not to worry and to have fun, and that we were getting started on our honeymoon early before I pulled out my own phone and texted Raphael, asking him to make sure Kaia made it home safely.

He texted back with a thumbs-up seconds later, and I ignored Bianca’s phone when it vibrated with the friend calling her. I shoved both phones in my pocket, turned back to the door, and took a deep breath before I walked back into the room.

A lamp flew across the room and nearly hit me in the face, instead crashing against the wall before it fell to the floor.

Fuck.

I looked at it, then at Bianca, who flew off the bed, trying to find an escape route.

I shook my head.

There was no escaping this room.

No escaping this life, and no escaping me.

The illusion was effectively shattered, but it didn’t fucking matter because the fucking ink on the marriage certificate was permanent, and so was her place by my side.

I moved around the bed, and before she could escape to the bathroom, I pulled her against my body.

Her nails came out, and she scratched my face.

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