Page 142 of Plunge into Obsession

The last thing I wanted to do was be in an enclosed space with this monster.

“Okay. Keep me updated,” Gabriel said to whoever was on the phone before he hung up.

Silence descended in the air between us, thick and heavy.

I shifted on my feet.

“Did you need something,mi cariño?”

I narrowed my eyes at him, wondering why he sounded so cold to me. He didn’t get to sound cold toward me, not when he had been the one keeping secrets since the very first day.

I stepped further into the room. “Yes. I want answers.”

I might have imagined it, but I swore, a shutter fell over his eyes. “You should think about that before you go digging up history that’s none of your business.”

So Elena had told him.

I said nothing to that. He didn’t know my history with the cartel.

Thiswasmy business.

It still didn’t stop the hurt that blossomed in the center of my heart. And I hadn’t managed to hide that from him, because he sighed and stood.

“I’m trying to protect you,” he said.

I shook my head. “By lying to me?”

“No,” he answered. “By not telling you everything. The world I live in is ugly, sweetheart. I don’t want it to touch you.”

“That’s not your choice to make.”

He wanted to keep me ignorant. He wanted me to be his sweet and quiet little wife. Someone who didn’t talk unless she was spoken to.

If he wanted that, he should have picked some other woman, not me.

I wondered why I hated the idea of him with another woman.

“Yes, it is,” he said, bringing me back to the conversation.

“What happened to you and your little brother?”

He shook his head. “I’m giving you the chance to do the smart thing and leave this room.”

I could feel fear pushing up and down my spine. I ignored it. “What happened toyou?”

He walked around the desk and toward me.

Alarm bells started to ring inside my head. I held my ground. “Why are you like this?”

“Bianca.”

“Don’t I deserve to know the kind of man I married?”

He was about half a foot away from me now.

“You gave me no choice,” I said. “Don’t I at least deserve to know the kind of father you will be to our kid? Is it wrong of me to want to know you, to better protect my child?”

“Enough!” He slammed his hands on the wall on either side of my head.

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