My lips heave slightly as I take the cookie from between his fingers. “I love it…thank you.”
“I’m taking you back to my hotel. I’ll help you pack.”
My lips almost roll off words about how I want to stay, but I don’t.
I need air and a new change of view.
“I only need ten minutes,” I vouch. “I just?—”
“Eat your cookie,” he mutters. “And I’ll be your bitch. Just tell me yes or no with the items I pick out.”
I look down at my gingerbread woman. “It's too pretty to eat.”
I feel the faintest of kisses on top of my head before Bronte says, “So, are you. But I do it anyway because you taste so damngood. And I can’t seem to help myself when you’re always around, taunting me like a sugar high.”
I shake my head, feeling the corners of my lips lift. “You don’t like sweets, Bronte.”
“But I like you. And…you’re all I’m ever going to want, Daydream.”
Chapter 30
Bronte
She’s fine.
I’m not.
I had always planned on driving Meirna and me to Boston myself, but after last night, it’s not doing what it’s supposed to be doing, and that’s driving down my nerves.
Before, it was because Meirna was meeting the most important people in my life.
Today, it’s that and Bobby trying to rape my fucking wife.
I can’t get the view out of my head of him on top of her.
I couldn’t tell you what he said, if his pants were off or on, if he had already done something.
All I know is that I ripped him off, punched him in the face somewhere, and my men carried him off.
I told Meirna before I wasn’t above murder or violence toward my brother when it came to her, I don’t remember which I agreed to.
They’re both the same.
However, I can’t trust that he’s not going to move again on some desperate attempt to regain his power over her, and once is enough.
Once, could get Meirna assaulted.
I don’t think murder under my name will make Meirna feel warm and fuzzy inside, so I gave Franco Giordano a gift.
It’s not ideal.
Not in the fucking slightest.
I want to be the one who breaks bones on Bobby and muddles his face with cuts, bruises, and blood, but Meirna wanted to still go to Boston.
And I wasn’t going to tell her no.
In the long run, the importance of her wanting to stay married to me is more important than wreaking havoc on my brother for sneaking into her bedroom and trying to assault her.
