Page 139 of My Sweetest Obsession
“You can see him now. Please follow me.”
Gigi turned to me, her eyes searching my face, and offered a small, supportive smile. It’s as if she could sense my doubt creeping in about my hesitation about her being out of my sight, even for just a brief moment.
Dante met my eyes. “She’ll be safe with me and the two guards. We’re good,” he insisted.
With a reluctant nod, I let her go, knowing she needed this moment just as much as I needed to be there for her through it all.
My phone buzzed in my pocket. I looked down to see a FaceTime call from Luca lighting up the screen. I glanced at Alphonse as we stood up and stepped away from the group just enough to get a little privacy while my protective instincts kept me close to my angel.
“Luca,” I greeted when I pressed the green button, watching my girl walk into the room to see Liam.
“Hey. I found something.”
“Talk to me.”
“I checked the security cameras. Whoever did it managed to disable the cameras during the attack. Once they came back on, I saw something disturbing.”
“Show me,” I demanded.
Luca turned the phone toward the monitor showing the security footage.
“Luca, can you zoom in?” Alphonse asked.
He did as asked, and what I saw turned my blood cold. A man dressed in all black with a plastic mask and a baseball cap waved at the camera. He fuckingwavedand then skipped through the woods.
“Who the hell is that?” I asked.
Luca turned the phone back to him. “I don’t know. Do you think it could be the Puppet Master?”
“Fuck no,” Alphonse snapped. “Did you see the way he was bouncing on his feet? Like some damn kid on a sugar high. He’s probably in his early twenties.”
Then Alphonse’s phone rang, and he stepped away.
“How the hell did they get on the property?”
“I don’t know, but whoever he is, the fucker is smart and tech-savvy. If he is working with someone else, that means we’re dealing with another psychopath.”
Great. Something else to deal with.
“We need to find them and kill them, Luca. Sick and tired of these fucking games.”
He nodded. “I know. How’s the kid?”
“He’s going to make it.”
“Thank fuck,” Luca muttered. “And how’s our girl?” He smirked.
I narrowed my eyes. “She’s notourgirl.” If I could reach out and rip that smug look on his face, I would.
“How’s everyone there?” I asked.
“Good, considering. The kids are freaked out, but they’re sleeping in the same room as Mya and Aurelio. Matteo is stationed outside their room.”
Not that I expected anything less from him.
“How many men did we lose?”
“Four. The others put up a good fight. We counted three dead men with masks.”
