Page 105 of Sweet Addiction
Only there’s no anger there.Nope. That’s definitely relief. And that relief sends a worried shiver up my spine.
“Lucky ...” I murmur out of the corner of my mouth. “What the actual fuck is going on?”
“Noth—”
“Don’t even think about lying to me,” I cut off his blowoff, and he smirks.
What is it with these Beneventi men?
They’re all insane.
The crowd cheers as they announce Rome’s weight, and a slow, menacing smile spreads across those strong, full lips I can’t wait to have on my body after this damn fight.
Wait—I’m mad at him. No lips on my body. Not until I get an explanation.
“Spill it, Beneventi,” I snap at Lucky once Rome steps back and his opponent strips down. Someone from his camp holds up a towel, and he must strip out of his boxers too because the room erupts in hoots.
I take the distraction and spin out of Lucky’s hold, fixing my glare on him. “I swear to God, Beneventi, if someone doesn’t start giving me answers, I’m going to lose my shit soon.”
Lucky lifts his eyes to the ceiling, and his calm facade slips away, concern replacing it. “Come on, Dillan.” He presses his hand to the small of my back and guides me around the outside of the room. “Let’s go back into the staging area, and you can ask him yourself in a minute.”
But I don’t want to wait a minute. I’ve already waited hours.
“Just tell me,” I demand, well aware I’m one step away from stomping my foot like the princess Rome used to tease me about being.
If the glass slipper fits.
“Not my story to tell.” He crosses his arms over his thick chest and stands by my side like an attack dog protecting his?—
“Oh my God,” I snap. “He told you to watch me.”
“Not exactly...” he draws out, but Lucky’s a lousy liar.
“Lucky—”
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Rome groans as he walks off the stage and into the staging area, taking his hat off his head and putting it on my head.
“What are you doing?” I ask, ripping the hat right back off and flinging it at him. “This is huge.”
Rome takes my hand in his and leads us through another door into a private room where less people linger. “Get out,” he shouts, and the few that are here all scurry away, probably pissing themselves because this man sounds murderous. “You were supposed to be staying safe and hidden in our room.”
“Well, dear.” My glare is fucking glacial as I rip my hand out of his. “How was I supposed to know that? You never came back and told me. I had no idea where you were, what was going on, or what your plan was. And you weren’t answering your phone. Did you really think I’d stay put like a good little girl?” I feel the anger mixing with hurt as his words start to sink in and take hold. “And what do you meanhidden? Why do I need to stay hidden? If you didn’t want me to come, you should have told me that before we left Kroydon Hills.”
“Tell her, man,” Lucky pushes from across the room as Killian and Liv walk in behind him.
Great. I get an audience for my humiliation.
“Tell. Me. What?” I ask so fucking quietly but with considerable force behind each word, suddenly petrified of what he’s about to say. “No secrets, Rome.”
“Can you guys give us the room?” he asks his team much more nicely than the way he ordered the staff out. And I hate knowing that everyone but me is in on this. They all know something I don’t, and it not only affects this man that I love but me too.
Everyone leaves. Everyone but Lucky, who stands like a soldier blocking the door.
“I’m not leaving, and I’m not letting anyone in. Deal with it,” he tells his brother, and I decide maybe Lucky isn’t quite the little dick I always thought he was.
“Fuck...” Rome grabs the back of his neck and looks away, doing a lousy job of hiding his frustration or the fear winding through him before he brings his eyes to mine. He bends his knees and grabs my face. “I love you, Dillan.”
“You’re scaring me, Rome,” I admit quietly as my chest tightens and my heart splinters. I wrap my fingers around both his wrists and hold him where he is. “Tell me what’s happening... Please.”
