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“Emma?”
He rushes over the door and swings it open, which is very unusual. Dorian is a man who usually has everything done for him.
“Fuck sake, Emma, finally you’re home.”
He embraces me.
It’s a very weird feeling.
“Where the fuck have you been? What happened? Shit, word on the street has been hard to follow. There have been so many rumors.”
God I’m tired.
Exhausted actually.
I don’t know if I can do this with Dad right now.
“Yeah, I was kidnapped. I don’t know what you heard…”
“Who by? The Flynns? The Genoveses?”
I shake my head. “No, nothing to do with your world, Dad. This was just a guy from the clinic. Someone with mental issues who grew a little too obsessed with me.”
Why am I protecting Owen after he abandoned me?
Who knows, but I am.
“Wait, so not someone affiliated?” Dad seems stunned by this. “Because I have had people out there infiltrating all the families to try and find out who had you.”
“Just bad luck, I guess.”
I smile thinly.
“I have heard something though. I have a recording. Anonymous source.” I hand over the phone that Owen had left in the car.
I had looked through it when I realized that he had left me. He had cleared everything on it except the recording. There’s no way to track him down. No information, calls…nothing.
“Whose phone is this? Where did you get it?”
I shrug. “The person handed it to me on the street and left quickly. They were wearing a hood or something. Just listen.” I don’t think my father believes me, but he listens to the conversation between Rickie and Hudson. His face darkens when he hears the way my so called husband to be speaks about me.
Good.
I need him to understand that I will not commit to a life with him.
Rickie doesn’t give a shit about me anyway.
He just wants to knock me up to strengthen his standing in Ireland.
“I also want you to know that someone called Vinnie Lucchese wanted to kidnap me. To sell me. For some debt.”
Now Dad looks really fucking mad.
“Lucchese? Really? That fucking piece of shit.” He bangs his fist down hard on the desk. “I will kill him.”
He mutters pretty much under his breath, but I pick up a few choice words.
He’s fuming and someone is going to pay.
