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Otto appears next to Danny, his eyebrows high, and I scowl at him.Snitch. I hope his head is banging. “Nice cap,” I grate, making his eyebrows lower, his eyes narrowing.
“Rose,” Danny says, his voice tight along with his face. “Answer me.”
“Beau took me for a lesson.”
“And it went swimmingly, I see,” Otto mutters, before leaving me to face the wrath of my husband alone.
“I told youIwould teach you to drive.” Danny flicks his cigarette into a nearby plant pot and steps into the kitchen. “Why the fuck can’t you listen to me for once?”
“You were too busy on a killing spree to see to your family’s needs,” I snipe. “And to be clear, Iamgoing back to St. Lucia.”
He laughs. It’s evil. The kind of laugh reserved only for the men he’s about to kill. Then it stops abruptly, and he comes close, heaving, sweating fucking fury. And because I’m me and he is my husband, I stand from my stool and square up to him. He pushes his forehead to mine, hard, and I put up some resistance, pushing back, not backing down. “No,” he hisses.
“Yes,” I counter. Can’t he see it’s for the best? At least until this shitstorm has passed.
“I’ll die first.”
My cell rings, and Danny pulls away, looking for where it is. He finds it in my hand and snatches it, looking at the screen. His nostrils flare, his jaw ticking like crazy, and he turns it to face me. Lennox Benson’s name glows at me.Oh shit.
“How the fuck does he have your number?”
Is he for real? I swipe it from his hand. “Our son is staying with him most of the fucking time, Danny, and like I said, you’re too busy killing the fucking world to have time to deal with your wife and child.” I shove him aside, and he goes with ease, still heaving like a beast, mind you. I answer, not only becausefuck Danny, but because it’s early and there must be a reason Lennox is calling. “Hello,” I answer tentatively, pacing up and down.
“Before you start worrying, don’t worry,” he says quickly, and I exhale. “I heard Daniel’s cell ringing and he’s crashed out, so I thought I’d ring you back to let you know all is okay.”
My palm meets my forehead. “Thank you. I woke up and missed him more this morning for some reason.” I feel Danny twitching behind me, probably locking down every muscle to not intercept this call. “How are you?” And there I just signed my death warrant.
“Yeah, good,” Lennox replies. “Just about to go for a run down the beach, then I’ll wake the boys up. Maybe do some surfing later. The wind’s good today.”
“Sounds amazing,” I breathe, and then flinch, nervously peeking back. Jesus Christ, he’s going to erupt.Be wise, Rose.And then something occurs to me...
I turn away from my twitching husband. Is this why he won’t permit me to go back to St. Lucia? Because he’s jealous? Paranoid? “Have a great day. And thanks for calling,” I say, now keen to end the conversation. “I’ll call again later if that’s okay?”
“Sure.”
“Thank you.” I hang up. Okay, I may have, in a stupid, pathetic fit of idiocy while in a mood with my husband, purposely poked him, but does he really think I’m capable of betrayal? And while I’m fucking pregnant? I swing around, immune to the warning signs flashing before me. “If you think you’re keeping me away from my son and safety because you”—I point my cell at him—“are a paranoid asshole, think again, Black.”
“I saw the way he looked at you.”
“And I saw the way that woman last night looked at you!”
He explodes, picking up a mug off the counter and launching it across the kitchen, and it smashes against the wall, sending shards of porcelain spraying. I startle as the echo of the collision and Danny’s bellow combine and bounce around the room, and look at him, shocked, my eyes wide. He doesn’t back down. “You are not leaving me!”
Leavinghim. That is how he sees it. I don’t know when he went from demanding I stay away to demanding I stay close, but we’re here, and it is an insight into his frame of mind. Insecure. Uncertain. Even more fucking crazy.Deadlier.
“Sort your fucking shit out, Danny,” I hiss, feeling emotion creeping up on me. But I will not allow him to see it. No. This pull between anger and distress is overwhelming. I leave him to cool off and walk aimlessly, brushing at my eyes as I go.
“Rose?” Goldie says, coming down the stairs, seeing me marching across the lobby.
“I’m fine,” I snap, seeing Brad coming out of the office up ahead, stretching. His arms freeze in midair above his head when he spots me. “I’m fine,” I say, passing him and entering the office, closing the door behind me, needing a quiet room. Alone. Away from the house and the people in it.
I rest against the door and breathe in and out a few times, calming myself, mindful of Doc’s words. Relax. Jesus fucking Christ. That’s never going to happen here. This baby deserves more than this madness. Deserves more than parents like us.
My lip wobbles. How easy it is to forget the good times. The passion. The love.
I eye Danny’s desk and pad over, dropping into the big chair, exhausted by the day already. I’ve been in here many times. And never sat in this chair. I gaze across the surface, then pull the drawer open. A pretty gold letter opener lays across some writing paper. I pick it up and run my fingertip down the edge to the tip, pushing into the pad of my finger until it pierces my skin. I hiss and suck the blood away, looking down into the drawer. Danny’s father’s name is printed across the top of the paper. I smile a little, pulling out a sheet, and as I do, I reveal a photograph of him. I pick it up and gaze at the image of a well-built man with happy blue eyes. His cream suit looks expensive. A brandy is in his hand, a cigar resting between his fingers. He was as formidable as he was handsome. Just like his son.
I swallow and place the picture back in the drawer, seeing something glimmer in the corner. My breath hitches, my hand automatically reaching into the drawer. I pick up the ring and hold it up in front of me, staring into the emerald eyes. I want desperately to sneer at it. Laugh. I can’t.
