Page 51 of Scorned Obsession

Leave each other?The possessive beast inside me reared its ugly head. Seeing Bianca in the midst of all the ugliness in myworld sealed her fate. I was never letting her go. She’d had her chance. I kept my obsession with her at bay, but now it was too late for her. “You’re mine.”

She narrowed her eyes. “What are you playing at?”

Slowly, I eased my body from hers, letting her slide down the wall.

“I’m tired of fighting it, baby.”

She bit her bottom lip, and I groaned. “No. Don’t do that.”

She released her pouty lips, but suspicion etched her entire face. Fair enough. I hadn’t convinced her of my commitment, which was still new to me, anyway. If groveling was what she wanted for all the shit I put her through, I would slog through it. But at the end of it all, Bianca was mine.

“You know I don’t trust those words out of your mouth, right?”

I gave her a brief nod. “I just have to prove it.”

“Just yesterday, you told me you’re faking your death to set me free.”

“I want to find another way.”

Her brows rose, but before she could say anything, yelling from downstairs broke our moment.

She let out a resigned, if not irritated, sigh. “Your timing sucks, Alessandro Rossi.”

I dragged a hand down my face and emitted a pained chuckle. “Yeah, well, we better head back down there.”

“We better. I don’t want them thinking we went away for a quickie.”

“Come on. Before I change my mind and do just that.”

Blood had rushed to my groin, but I was thankful the jacket of my suit hid my erection. I clasped her hand and tugged her out the door.

We ran into Divina.

“Tommy sent me to get you.” The high color of her cheeks belied the relief in her eyes. It was as if she knew what we were doing.

“Don’t worry, Sandro didn’t ask for a blow job.”

Jesus.

Divina’s gaze flew to mine, and I gave a shake of my head. “Baby, you’re ruining my reputation.”

“Verdict’s out on that,” Bianca quipped.

“Hey.” I stopped walking and turned her to me. “I grit my teeth hard enough when men think of you in that way. So before I get a grip how this”—I pointed between us. Andthismeant my possessiveness—“is going to go, please have mercy on the man that would look at you the wrong way.”

“You’re serious?” There was an awestruck expression on her face.

I gave her a brief nod. I knew I had a big problem on my hands with the way I reacted to Miller. And tonight, when we were surrounded by the family, I had the urge to put a bullet through every single one of them who looked at Bianca in a disrespectful way. More than a few men leered at her. If they hadn’t backed off when they saw me head off Gian, there would have been a bloodbath. But then Bianca left us to our bullshit and took charge. Except Al decided to run his mouth, and I’d hate to shoot the man who had my back when everyone else ostracized me once Wilma revealed I wasn’t her son.

When we reached the top of the stairs, soldiers were heading for the door.

“I thought my husband was insane when he sent me to get you,” Divina said.

“Does Sloane have all that she needs?” Bianca asked.

“Yes, she’s working on getting the bullet out.”

I barked at one of the soldiers to clean up the blood on the floors.

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