“What do you say, Nic?” Anthony asks. “Are you coming with us?”
I open my eyes and glare at him. I place my hand on top of Serg’s. The difference between me and the others is I wasn’t doing this to get away. I didn’t care if we were free or not. I knew that if they caught us and sent us to the white house, we wouldn’t be coming back out this time. And I was okay with that. Because I’d rather be dead than go through what almost happened today.
“Then it’s set,” Anthony says. “We can’t tell anyone. Not even a hint.”
“Okay.” Lucas lifts his chin.
I only nod.
We all turned to Sergio.
“I won’t tell,” he says.
That night we set in motion something that would change our lives forever.
I come back to reality, sitting back in the SUV. The feeling of that day washes back over me. The disgust, the filth, the anger, all rush over me, reminding me of exactly who I am.
“No, you were too weak for that, weren’t you, Nicholas?”
Weak.
chapter nineteen
Date Night
Tiffany
I’ve spent most of my day in a mix of anxiety and annoyance. Anxious because I’m going on a date with my husband and annoyed because I remind myself, I’m already married to the man.
Last night with Nico was special. It didn’t feel like all the other times of making love to him. This felt different, deeper even. Hearing him tell the story of his godfather and how they sent him to that boy’s home hurt my heart. I knew he was hiding some type of pain. Was it the betrayal of his uncle that caused his trauma, or did something happen at the home?
All I know is that while I listened as he told that story, it was the first time I got a glimpse of the man I married. I want more of that.
“No, go with the studs,” Mira says through the other end of my FaceTime call.
I was getting dressed for my date. I hadn’t heard from Nico since he left the house this morning. But thankfully when he asked Rose to watch Noah, he told her what time the date was.
“Are you sure?” I ask, holding the large hoops up to one ear and the studs to the other.
“You’re wearing your hair behind your ear, right?”
I still wore my hair in the long lace front bob. Unlike last night, I’d straightened it out, making it a blunt cut.
“Yes.”
“Then definitely the studs.”
Taking her advice, I placed the gold hoops down on my dresser and put the studs in my ears.
“Do you think I’m moving too fast?”
Mira takes a swig of her drink. “Girl, you’re married. It’s not like you’re going on a date with a man you just met.”
Flopping down on the bed, I pick up the phone I had propped up on the nightstand and hold it to my face.
“You know what I mean. I’m still mad at him.”
“And again, what are you mad at him for?”
