Nico turns back to face me. His dark brown eyes seem to darken even more. “There is no option of me leaving you here. You’re coming home. You can be angry in the house with me.”
Folding my arms over my chest, I stand my ground. “And if I don’t?”
His head tilts to the side as he watches me. “There are two things I will not live without, that’s you and my son. And there is nothing I won’t do to have what I want. Have I not proven that to you?”
I swallow as I remember exactly what he did to get me.
“The question is,” he goes on to say, his brown eyes narrowing. “Who are you willing to lose to prove a point to me? I have eyes everywhere, Tiffany, and on everyone you love.”
My throat dries and the nervousness comes crashing back over me. For the first time, I think I’m meeting Saint. Nico is no longer in this room with me. Even knowing that and knowing what Saint is capable of, I know he won’t hurt me. However, I truly believe him when he says he will take someone from me.
I guess he could tell the moment I gave up. He dips his chin and turns his back to me.
“We leave at ten tomorrow.” With those last words, he walks out of the room.
I stand in the middle of the bedroom trying to figure out who the fuck did I marry.
chapter Four
Boy’s Home
Nico
The drive back home was a silent one. The only sound that broke up the six-hour drive was Noah’s babbling. Instead of forcing Tiffany to talk to me, I allowed her to stew in her anger. I will take her silence as long as she is back home with me.
The moment Jake pulled the SUV into our driveway; Ghost is there waiting. He stayed behind when I went to retrieve my wife in order to handle business.
Tiffany’s angry gaze turns to me.
“What is he doing here?”
Now that she knows the truth, I find no reason to hide that part of me anymore.
“Ghost is my second in command.”
She scoffs. “The guy who kidnapped and poisoned me.”
“As I told you, you were never in danger. Ghost wouldn’t have hurt a hair on your head.”
She shakes her head before opening the door and getting out. She slams the door so hard it nearly rocks the car.
Looking down at my son, I see him looking up at me confused.
“Don’t mind your mama, son. She’s a little mad at Daddy, but she will come around soon enough.”
Noah grins, showing me his gums. I unstrapped him from the car seat, and we climb out too.
“How you doing, Ms. Boss Lady?” Ghost kindly asks my wife.
“Go to hell,” she snaps at him before storming up the stairs.
He turns to face me with a puzzled look on his face. I shake my head. We both follow her into the house.
Gloria and Jim, my house staff, greet us at the door.
“Welcome home, Mrs. B.” Jim dips his head in greeting.
“Glad to have you back,” Gloria adds.
