The sound of male voices had me straying from my original route and heading toward Nico’s office.
“Maseo says the cameras at the mall caught nothing. But there is a back entrance into the mall used as a service door. More than likely that’s how the Horseman got in and out of the building.”
I know that voice belongs to Ghost. Even now, it still sends a shiver of fear down my spine. Since I got back from my mother’s, he’s been around a lot more. Before I left, I never saw him. Obviously, since it would have been a dead giveaway.
“Fuck,” Nico growls. “I want someone to go and….”
The floorboards creak underneath my foot as I try to move closer to the door. The voices end abruptly. Before I could back away from the door, it swings open and Nico is standing in front of me. His eyes narrow but quickly soften as he looks over me.
“I’m going to head out.” Ghost appears behind Nico before walking out of the office. I move out of his way as he passes. He dips his chin at me with a grin. No matter how nice he tries to be, I can’t get past him kidnapping me.
The moment he is out of view, I turn my attention back to Nico.
“Are you alright?” he asks.
“I’m good.”
He looks me over before seeming to accept my response.
“If you don’t need anything, I need to get back to work.” He turns away from the door and heads back into his office. I follow behind him.
“Is there anything you need to tell me?” I ask as he takes his seat behind his desk.
He leans back in the leather seat, his gaze raking over me. “No.” His tone is so casual. The way he effortlessly lies and withholds things from me is the reason we are where we are now.
Shaking my head, I reply. “There you go again, keeping secrets.”
“I’m not keeping secrets.”
I scoff. “Oh really? Then who or what is a ‘Horseman’?”
He’s silent. His dark brown eyes staring back at me with a neutral expression. Nothing on his face or body moves or gives anything away. It’s as if I’m talking to a mannequin. It’s a reminder of how little I know about the man I married and had a child with.
I wait patiently for him to say something to me. To tell me to mind my business, lie, or hell kick me out. But he does nothing. His gaze remains on me without wavering.
Tossing my hands in the air, I let them drop back to my sides. “You came and got me from my mother’s house, and you refuse to let me leave. You talk about wanting us to work, yet you won’t share anything with me.”
“I share the things that are important,” he argues without raising his voice.
“Knowing if my life is in danger is important, Nico,” I shout.
Silence fills the room once again.
“I have everything under control.”
My eyes burn with the urge to cry, but I’m so tired of crying for this man. I’m sick of feeling like I’m living with a stranger. Shaking my head, I look up at the ceiling to keep the tears from falling.
“Forget it.” I look back at him. “Keep your secrets. I’m done. My son and I will be fine.” I turn to leave.
His laughter stops me in my tracks. It’s not because it’s out of place in this argument. But it’s more so because of how deranged it sounds.
Turning back around, I watch as he slowly climbs to his feet and walks to the front of his desk before leaning with his butt against it.
“Where do you think you can go that I will not find you?” I don’t answer the question because I doubt he wanted an answer. “I’ll remind you only one last time; the only way out of this marriage will be with my body being six feet under. And I have no plans of dying anytime soon.”
His comment pisses me off even more. I march over to him.
“You say you love me—”
