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Let’s talk.
Camille:
i need you
Camille:
I think I’m dying, can you come over?
Camille:
Or I’ll come to you, unless I die on the way.
The knock comes again, and I roll my eyes as I reluctantly get off the couch and stomp over to yank it open.
“You’re not fucking dy?—”
My heart lurches.
Rocco smiles cruelly at me. His gaze takes in my attire and bare legs, making my skin crawl before they drag back to my face.
“Mrs. Carveli…”
I jolt out of my frozen state and try to slam the door closed, but he’s way faster, and stronger. Rocco shoves the door open as I stumble backward into Alistair’s loft. He smiles darkly as he steps inside and shuts the door behind him.
“Rocco, listen to me?—”
“This isn’t a good look, Mrs. Carveli,” he growls. “At another man’s house? Dressed like this?”
“Rocco—”
“Mrs. Carveli, I see more than people think I do. It’s one of the reasons I’m so valuable to your husband. It’s my job to look out for him.”
I swallow, my eyes dropping to the gun in the holster at his waist sticking out from under his jacket.
“So when I get the impression that his wife is fuckin’ around with her boss?—”
“Rocco, hang on! I’m only here because?—”
“I think you need to come with me, Mrs. Carveli.”
“I don’t think so.”
He smiles grimly. “It wasn’t a request. Let’s go.”
I shake my head.
“Now, Mrs. Car?—”
I bolt and run, sprinting for the spiral staircase up to the landing. If I can get to Alistair’s room, I can lock the door and call?—
I don’t even make it to the stairs.
Rocco grabs my waist, hauling me backward as I flail my arms and legs.
“Don’t touch me!!” I scream, trying to hit him, but failing miserably. “Don’t you fucking touch?—”
Rocco hurls me to the ground and I groan when I hit it hard. As I scramble to my feet, a roar behind me has me whirling back toward him.
