Page 66 of Arranged Obsession
Sometimes I want to let the void win.
But mostly, we pretend like it’s not there, and that works.
“You’re a creep,” she says finally, taking a sip. “Good coffee though.”
“Glad you like it.” I put the car in drive and head over to the office. “Do me a favor. Try not to go anywhere for lunch today.”
“How am I supposed to eat?”
“Order in. Anything you want. I logged you into my DoorDash account on your phone earlier.”
“You got into my phone?” She coughs, looking outraged. “How’d you know my passcode?”
I don’t bother to tell her that I’ve known it for years. “There’s a good sandwich place nearby if you’re into that sort of thing.”
She rubs her forehead, grimacing. “Thanks, but I’ll take care of myself.”
“I know you can, feather, but life isn’t simple. Remember those two guys who tried to kill you in broad daylight?”
“Yeah, well, speaking of that, shouldn’t you be lying low or something?”
“My family’s handling the police side of things.”
“Right. Of course they are.” She stares out the window as the city slides past. “I’ll be careful, okay?”
“You say that now, but all it took was a few steps out in public and you were nearly killed.”
I can tell she doesn’t like this conversation, but she needs to hear it. Just because she’s unhappy about the Russian guys trying to shoot her in the face doesn’t mean they’ll just decide to move back to Siberia and forget all about her.
“I’ll do what I can,” she says finally once I park out front of her building. “Actually, I meant to ask you something.” She takes a deep breath and turns to face me. “Were you serious about giving me whatever I want to set up my charitable foundation?”
“Absolutely. Money, contacts, resources. Anything I can provide, I will.”
“Good.” She shoves open the door. “I’m going to email you a list of what I need to get moving today.”
“Already making progress?”
She holds up her phone and gives me a cheeky, girlish smile. “I don’t fuck around.” Then she slams the door and stalks away.
I grin to myself. God, that’s an understatement. Bianca’s going to leave a path of death and destruction all throughout this city before she’s done, and I can’t wait to see it.
Once she’s safely inside, I pick up my phone and call Finn.
“What’s going on, big bro?” he says.
“I need you to do me a favor.”
“Pretty sure I already did when I agreed to let you marry Bianca. How’s the whole husband thing treating you anyway?”
Pain in my fucking ass so far.
I decide to ignore him.
“Keep an eye on her today.”
“You got business?”
“Something like that. Make sure she’s safe. Don’t let her leave your floor without eyes on her, understood?”
