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Iwake up with my back against Romeo’s chest. His cock is hard behind me, and his arm wraps tightly around my stomach, and I have nowhere to move.
“Want to know why I’m here?” I turn to him when he speaks. Romeo’s face has never been so serious. “It’s because my family couldn’t keep it together. We lost everything, forcing me to live here. My father’s focus was always on my older brother. I’m pretty sure he forgot he had two other sons. We were too young to be useful to him.”
I slip my hand next to his, our fingers closing our hands together.
“When was the last time you were at his grave?”
He laughs. “Never.”
His answer catches me off guard. “He had a funeral, right?”
Romeo stands, his hands brushing against his boxers. He’s normally calm, so his agitation is obvious. There’s more to Romeo than he puts out there. He pretends to be this cocky, I-don’t-give-a-shit person, but it doesn’t even come close to who he is. He hurts like everyone else.
“I couldn’t go.”
“Let’s go now.”
“If I’m going to his grave, it’s to dig him up as a big fuck-you to him and everyone else who betrayed me in my life.”
His face is cold and rigid, but he speaks passionately. I don’t know what his father did to him, but I can feel the hatred pouring off him.
“If you need to dig him up for closure, let’s do it,” I say confidently and mean it.
“Why would you do that for me?”
“We’re a team. You would do it for me, right?”
His brows go up as he considers my question. I like how he doesn’t just spew off an answer.
“Yeah, I would.”
“Don’t look so put out by your answer,” I half tease. His hand goes through his hair, and the front strands fall back into his face.
His pointer finger rubs at his eye. “I could use some time off the farm.”
Instantly, I perk up, wanting away from here too. “Go put on your running shoes.”
Jumping up, I give him a chaste peck on the cheek. Within seconds, I’m dressed and scurrying to find my shoes.
“Hold up.” I stop. “I need to make a few calls to make this happen. We’ll do it tonight.”
Putting on myrunning shoes, I see they’re a size larger than what I need. Without a doubt, I know the clothes that magically appeared aren’t mine. Lastly, it has me wondering if my real name is even Gia.
Little puzzle pieces of my memory have come back, not that I’ve told anyone. I can picture Alfonso’s face now but still have no idea who he is to me. The way Romeo reacted when I accidentally called out someone else’s name has me wondering why I would picture anyone other than him.
I can also remember my mother. I know I have sisters, but who they are is still a mystery. I’m hoping our little field trip may help bring more memories to the surface. There has to be a reason why no one has checked to see if I’m okay. Someone other than Romeo and Max must be concerned.
It’s strange when I think of my family. My stomach twists uncomfortably. It’s the reason I haven’t asked Romeo about them. I’m hesitant, afraid of what I might uncover.
“Ready?” I jump at Romeo’s voice, feeling silly for him having caught me staring into nothing.
“You know it.” I force a smile.
He stares at me a second longer than normal before turning away.
He opens the door for me, his body brushing past mine. “You don’t normally open my door, do you?” The act feels unnatural yet sweet.
He grunts a partial chuckle. “Thought I’d give you my sweeter version, since you forgot about my crusty old one.”
