Page 64 of Tempt Me
"Dad!" I exclaim, shoving past Isaac to get to him. "Where's Mom?"
Panic rears up but falls again when she comes out of the bathroom, wrapping a bandage around her upper arm.
"What is going on here?" I inquire sweetly, going to hug her, but they know this tone. It's my sugar-coated death tone, and someone is either going to tell me what's going on or die. It's non-negotiable at this point.
Mom smiles and sits down heavily in a wicker chair. Dad crosses over and crouches next to her. She strokes his face briefly before looking up at me, still standing and getting antsier by the second.
Isaac has closed the door and is standing sentry as we wait.
"Those men," Mom says. "They were from Arachon."
"Yeah, figured. Antonio's?"
"Yes. They came for you. His wife."
"Widow." I make this point stiffly. I was never awifeto that creep.
"Wife to them. They need you."
"What for?"
"Antonio has a son who is trying to take over his organization. They need you to be an obstacle in his path."
"Oh, nice." Rolling my eyes, I place my hands on my hips. "They do know I'm a woman and not a commodity?"
"Doubtful."
"So what now? I assume you cleared out the villa? So can we go home?"
"Yes, we did, and let's give the cleaning crew a day or so, hmm?" Dad says. "We can stay here until we get word the villa has been tidied up."
"Great," I mutter, and suddenly exhausted with the day's events, I add, "I'm going to bed. I was rudely woken up earlier by those assholes."
"Of course," Mom says, pointing to a closed door that presumably leads to the bedrooms.
Upon inspection, I discover there are two rooms. Two.
Two fucking rooms and one of them only has a single bed. I doubt very much that my parents would agree to share that one, so it appears that Isaac and I are back where we started.
"I'll sleep on the couch. Not that I sleep," he says behind me.
Turning, I see him leaning against the doorway, biting into an apple. "No slicey-slicey?"
He snickers. "It needs major disinfecting after the fight tonight."
"Bummer. I find that kinda sexy."
"Maybe we don't go there," he says, straightening up.
"Why not? This day has been a shitshow from start to finish. A good fuck might help."
"Firstly, you told me it was over, and secondly, your parents are here."
"And?" The challenge in my stare is met with a hooded glare.
"And I like my cock attached to my balls."
Letting out a loud, unrestrained laugh after the tensions of the last few hours, I relax slightly. Things are okay between us. I'd feared they would be awkward and strained, but we are clearly meant to bounce off each other and not in the fun way. That way only leads to trouble, case and point, two blue lines showing up on a pee-stick.
