Try it, I whisper back.I dare you to take him from me.
Chapter 47
Damien
She remembers me. She remembers that night.
I watch her in the tub, eyes closed, covered in bubbles, and my chest tightens with every inch of skin my gaze travels over.
"You know you can join me in here. You don't have to watch from across the room," she says, a smile playing on her lips.
She's right, but I can't help myself. After seeing her in that warehouse, the Irish mob leader's blood on her mouth, all I've wanted is to orbit around her.
My little sun.
I keep thinking that getting this close might cast a shadow over her light, but I can't stop myself.
She's a goddamn magnet that keeps pulling me in.
"If I get in that tub with you, you'll be hoarse tomorrow from screaming my name, baby."
"Already am," she whispers back, and I tip my head back and laugh.
When my eyes find her again, she's lost in thought.
"How the hell did I forget you?" she asks. "I remember coming home, but it's hazy. I remember Mom cooking pasta, dressing me in those yellow panda pajamas. Then that psycho's screaming, Dad's face, but certain details are foggy. I could swear I slept through the whole thing, because every time I try to touch a detail in my mind, it vanishes like smoke."
I listen because I have a theory about why her memories are foggy, but I need a file. A file that's over twenty years old and buried in some facility nobody knows about.
And if my suspicions are right...fuck!
"And now I find out my biological father is part of a dangerous world my mom didn’t want to join. What if he killed her?" she whispers, lost in thought.
Marco would never have killed Elena, but I can't tell her that, because now that some of her memories are coming back, it's his responsibility to talk to her. And even if she'll feel betrayed, she'll have to understand this isn't our story. It's theirs, and he's the only one who can give it back to her.
"I think you need sleep. Vasili's been asking around about that warehouse where The Bloody Dahlia approached Luna, and they managed to get some footage. That's what we were discussing when you came in. The license plate isn't clear, but we have the make of the car, and we know we're tracking two men of different ages."
It's information that doesn't sit right with me, which is why I texted Roman to meet up and talk. Since this threat locked onto Luna, my friend's thrown all his resources into helping me investigate.
As I help Roxanne out of the tub, water droplets hit the tile. I lean in without thinking and kiss one of her nipples. Her back arches toward me automatically, and my hand finds her waist, gripping gently. Her skin has that olive tone, not a trace of makeup on her face, her hair wavy at the ends where a few strands got wet in the tub, and even though I promised myself I'd show restraint, I can't.
"I thought you didn't want me to lose my voice," she says breathlessly.
"I'll make you chamomile tea. I hear it's good for soothing," I answer with a laugh, my teeth still grazing her nipple.
All I hear is her laughter as I carry her back to bed and do exactly what I promised. I make her scream my name until these walls, this whole house, this whole city knows who she belongs to.
Me.
Chapter 48
Damien
Roman spins around my office with a glass of whiskey in hand, his expression promising murder and retribution.
"Ro, I'm getting dizzy just watching you."
"Does Roxy know about your suspicions?"
