Page 20 of Entangled
Must be the static in the air.
Soren took gulps of her water, oblivious to the effect she had on me. How she was naturally beautiful. How her blonde hair spilled down her back, and her green eyes changed shades effortlessly under the kitchen lights.
Why am I noticing these things about her?
I had a feeling that while Soren was staying here I was going to be raging with myself internally for a while.
But I had to just keep reminding myself that when this was all said and done, she was leaving.
And I’d never see her again.
Obsession or whatever this was be damned.
“So tell me about yourself.” I said, wanting to fill the silence.
“What do you want to know?” She replied, and a million questions flitted through my mind that I wanted to know about her.
But I needed to use her willingness to talk to my advantage and remember why she was here in the first place.
“Tell me about your husband,” I said as nicely as I could, hoping she would say something remotely helpful about him that I could use.
But it had the opposite effect that I’d hoped, and I could visibly see her clamming up without having to say a word.
“Nevermind.” I snapped before turning on my heel and walking out without another word.
There was no point in getting to know her or get close when we wouldn’t even end this situation as friends.
Or on any good terms at all.
Finn
Meet at Matthias’s in ten.
I wantedto throw my phone at the wall and shatter it into a million pieces. I was beyond tired of listening to what my father instructed, and tired of my brothers doing it for him. Finn was so loyal to him it made me sick. How anyone could want to follow someone so monstrous to his core was beyond me.
But that didn’t stop me from jumping into my car and doing exactly what was asked of me by my brother. I stewed the entire time that I drove to my father’s, running over impossible scenarios about getting out of this life but not finding any that seemed plausible. There was no way one justleftthe Mafia scene behind. My father would never willingly let me walk away from the business, so even trying seemed futile.
Another text came through while I was driving, but this one came from an unknown number, and I couldn’t help but laugh as my car read it to me.
UNKNOWN
Where the fuck is my wife?
I did what any sane person would and deleted the message without giving that pathetic excuse of a man a response.
I hope he saw that my read receipts were on and choked on his anger.
As usual, I was the last to arrive at this impromptu meeting, if the cars in the driveway were anything to go off of.
“Thanks for gracing us with your presence.” Finn teased as I walked in, and I said nothing as I threw my middle finger at him, which was a message enough in itself.
“It’s not my fault you told me last minute about being here.” I mumbled my response, taking my seat at the table after filling a glass with brandy. I never knew what to expect for these meetings, but I’d rather be safe than sorry and have alcohol inmy system. A stiff drink made the good news better, but numbed me to any bad news.
“I’ve asked you all here tonight to discuss the repercussions of our little decision to take the Mafia princess from her castle,” my father started, interlocking his fingers and placing his hands in front of him on the table. Vanessa, Sawyer’s wife, and my mother were sitting on the couch to listen but not to partake in the conversation.
“What repercussions?” I asked wearily. It had been almost two weeks since I had brought Soren to my home and I hadn’t expected Lilah and Jude to act so suddenly. I knew it wasn’t that they actually cared for her, but what she represented instead.
Money.
