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Something not right. Manny in Virginia…Why?
Ross walked up to his house, his mind abstractedly wandering on, considering the events of the night. He had actually let Tina suck his dick in the middle of Elroy Madison’s house. Tina’s soft juicy lips wrapped around his cock…He needed to shower.
Coming up to the front yard, Ross got face to face with theJean-Christophe. He remembered Roman’s threat and shook his head. Ross had waited nine months for that sculpture, outbidding a Chinese billionaire and a Russian oil baron. It was the size of an ostrich egg and worth its weight in gold.
He stopped for a moment, watching the moonlight gleam attractively on the wrought bronze. The statue would outlive him. In his children’s lifetime, the value would double.
But he might never have kids at this rate.
Once his mind fixated on a woman, every other seemed to disappear.
A pity that the object of his fixation was Tina. No matter where he went, the memories of her lingered in his mind. They weren’t memories of Tina, of course. Merely the person she had pretended to be.
And that was the hardest thing, wasn’t it?
Ross enteredhis house and went straight to his bedroom. In the darkness he undressed, then in his boxers he went to the kitchen and poured himself a finger of whiskey.
The house smelled different.
Like…a woman.
Everything echoes in an empty house. Ross sat on his couch— anotherJean Christophe, nearly as expensive as the statue. He stared into space.
He knew he had a somewhat sour personality. Laughter didn’t come to him as easy as Rebel. He didn’t take comfort in arts and music like Rain. Ross would rather hang a painting on his wall than make one. And he didn’t have the family shit to keep him busy, like Roman. Plenty of times his older brother offered to take him into the fold, but running drugs and whiskey across state lines had never been Ross’s calling.
Ross worked as a Private Investigator. He already had money from his family, so it was not necessary. But he liked the work.
Hell, he liked everything about his life, except the big gaping hole in the middle of it.
Some nights he slept on the floor of his office just to hear the sirens and commotion of Rowanville. All the money in the world couldn’t cure loneliness.
But in a perfect world…Why not something like what his brothers had? Think of Roman. He had saved a girl from being some Snatch Hill’s concubine. Though she had practically no education, Serena proved to be a good wife and mother. She turned Roman’s house into a real home. She raised their kids and rubbed off some of the burrs in Roman’s personality. Ross might like a woman like Serena.
Isn’t that what Manny promised?
Fuck that.
Ross swilled the whiskey in the glass. His sole experience with real love and tenderness all came from his mother. The memories were scarce because she had died young. He wanted to feel emotion for somebody, to look after somebody. He wanted a wife and kids and the perfect family life.
That’s enough, Ross thought, setting down the whiskey. Once he reached that dark doorway there was no turning back.
The burn in his chest felt good. Time to sleep. He navigated his way to the shower in the darkness, and washed Tina off his dick.
That was never happening again.
Ross brushed his teeth and towel-dried his curly hair. What time was it? Jesus. He made his way to bed, eager for the black embrace of sleep. Another day, another day…
Bed…
There was someone in his bed.
9
THE INTRUDER
Ross’s open palm slammed on the switch next to his four-poster, flooding the room with incandescent light.
He had his gun cocked when he got a real look at the sleeping figure amid the rumpled silk sheets.
