Deadly Obsession Read online J.L. Beck, Cassandra Hallman (The Obsession Duet #2)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: , Series: The Obsession Duet Series by J.L. Beck
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Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 71003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
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“Is this a joke?” I say, my voice raspy like I smoked a pack of cigarettes last night.

“Not at all. Let’s go, we have a lot to discuss.”

Hesitantly, I walk past him while anticipating an attack any moment now. He has to be joking. What could he possibly want with me? If he thinks I have some dirt on Christian or Matteo, he’s going to be wildly disappointed.

He makes me walk ahead of him, down the hallway and up a flight of stairs. When we get to a second hallway, and I don’t know which way to turn, he takes the lead and lets me walk behind him. I don’t miss that huge display of trust, him turning his back on me like that. He’s showing me that he trusts me, probably expecting me to trust him in return. The question is, why?

I’m shocked yet again when we turn the corner and go through another door. Looking around confused, I wonder if I’m still sleeping, and this is a dream because now I’m standing in a foyer of a mansion… I assume the Rossi mansion.

“Why am I here?”

“Let’s go sit down. I had my cook prepare some breakfast for you. I’ll explain everything while you eat.”

He leads me through the house and into a huge dining room. As he said, an array of breakfast food is spread out on the table. Part of me wants to refuse the food. I still don’t trust him, I have no reason to, but given my current state, sustenance will greatly benefit me.

We both take a seat. Xander pours himself a coffee, and the smell of freshly brewed coffee invades my senses. He pours me a cup as well, without asking if I even want one.

“Talk,” I order while taking up a fork and start eating the omelet in front of me.

I glance over at Xander, who is raising an eyebrow at me, clearly surprised by my lack of fear of him. After a moment, he starts talking anyway.

“As soon as I saw Dove, I couldn’t believe the resemblance she had to someone I know. I figured they had to be related in some way. I started digging when she was here, but I hit one dead end after the next. After I let Dove go, I kept looking. There was something about her that I was missing, and I couldn’t let it go.”

Where the fuck is he going with this story?

He pauses to grab something from the inside of his suit jacket and places it in front of me. My gaze falls onto the old photograph, and for a split second, I think it’s Dove looking back at me, but I quickly realize that the woman in the picture is a little bit older than Dove, her hair just a little bit lighter and her lips just a tad bit less full.

“Who is that?”

“My mother,” Xander says, and I almost drop my fork. “My first thought was that Dove had to be my mother’s daughter, but when Dove told me her age, it became an impossible scenario. Dove is twenty-one, and my mother died twenty-two years ago… or so we thought.”

“What do you mean?” I almost don’t want to ask. If Dove is not only related to Castro but also to Rossi, she’ll be forever caught between the two families.

“Like I said, I couldn’t let it go. So, after Dove left, I took her toothbrush and had her DNA tested, matched against mine. The test results confirmed that Dove is my sister.”

“Wow…” I don’t really know what else to say to that. “So… what does that mean for Dove?” From the frying pan into the fryer? Fuck, she will never be able to live a normal life.

“It means that I’m going to help you get her away from Castro. We’re going to take him down and protect her at all costs. She is my family, and I protect what’s mine.

At least one thing we can agree one.

20

I can’t believe that worked. I’m free at last, and I did it all on my own. Matteo’s men never caught up to me. I had too much of a head start. It takes forever for my heart to return to a steady beat and even longer for me to stop peering over my shoulder.

For the last couple hours or so, I’ve been driving around without a destination in mind, too focused on simply getting away. Now that I’m certain I’ve lost them, I need to find a place to go, and I need to find Zane. But how?

He doesn’t have a phone. I have no idea where he is staying or how I could get a hold of him. I could go back to the bunker if only I had a clue as to where it is. Shit. I hit the steering wheel with my hand. I should have thought of this before, but I was so busy playing the role of an obedient daughter that I didn’t think my plan through to the end.



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