Page 190 of Plunge into Obsession

GABRIEL

Johnny droveus back to my house.

Raphael’s fists were clenched by his side.

“Whatever you’re thinking, whatever you’re feeling, you’re going to need to get that under control before I let you anywhere near Bianca,” I said, my voice low.

He turned to me, his light-blue eyes bright with all the emotion he was trying to contain. “She fucking let her escape.”

“You didn’t claim the girl—”

“Don’t think for a fucking second Kaia didn’t tell your precious Bianca that she was running away from me.”

Yeah, that was easy to deduce once we realized Bianca was taking money out of the safe not for herself but for her friend… who was trying to run away.

She would be at the airport by now. But Raphael wasn’t following her, which told me he had sent men to watch her.

He wanted to hear from Bianca why Kaia had decided to run.

“Careful. You are one of the few men I consider my brother. But Bianca is my wife.”

He took a deep breath but didn’t say anything.

I could tell he was trying to get his emotions under control.

“Ididn’t even know it was serious with the girl,” I said.

He let out a bitter laugh. “I was trying to get her used to the idea of me. I didn’t want to just bulldoze my way into her life.”

He shot me a pointed look.

Yeah, like the way I had bulldozed my way into Bianca’s life and changed it completely.

And it was not something I would ever apologize for.

“Do you know where she’s going?”

He shook his head, but something about his eyes made me think he had his suspicions. I didn’t say anything and waited for him to tell me what it was, but he remained close-lipped about it, and I didn’t push him for answers.

Johnny pulled up in front of my house.

I got out and moved around the car, meeting Raphael on his side. I placed my hand on his shoulder, stopping him from moving toward the house. He looked at me.

“Are you calm?” I asked.

He nodded slightly.

“Good. I won’t have you scaring her.”

We walked inside the house silently. I didn’t go directly to the bedroom, but headed to my office. We didn’t get there. We passed the living room, and Bianca was sitting in there, not really doing anything.

She stood when she heard us, her eyes moving from me to Raphael, then back to me before she looked down at her shoes, her expression absolutely guilty.

I didn’t think I would ever have to worry about her trying to hide anything from me in the future.

My wife had no poker face.

“Gabriel. You’re home… with Raphael.”

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