Page 138 of The Obsession
“It was you and your mob mates, wasn’t it?” Daisy says through gritted teeth, and I’m already pushing the button to start the car.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, but you need to leave.”
From this angle, I can only assume Emily tries to shut the front door, but the goth woman—Daisy—lifts a hand and stops it from closing.
“I warned you what would happen if you lied to me, cunt. Those drugs Muzzle stole are the same shit they used in the clubhouse raid. We didn’t know who was behind it at first, but then I saw you, all cozy with the mob at the church, and it clicked.”
“I-I don’t know anything about any drugs,” Emily stutters.
Fuck, this chick is obviously tied to the Steel Reapers. I put the gearstick into drive and pull out onto the street. The fat fucker in the brothel will have to wait because no one shows up on my doorstep like this and gets to walk away.
I leave the live view running as I floor it, breaking every road rule in a desperate attempt to get home before something happens to my girls. I swear, if one hair is out of place when I get there, I’ll snap that bikie moles neck.
I always swore I’d never harm a woman, but this ispersonal, and I already know I won’t hesitate to do just that if push comes to shove.
“You’re the reason King’s locked up. The cops came in with their ‘proceeds of crime’ bullshit and stripped us bare. The house, my car, his bike … every cent in the bank. Your mobster mates even burnt the clubhouse to the ground and left me with nothing. You ruined my life, so you don’t get to walk around like that didn’t happen. Not while I’m still breathin’.”
Fuck.
I want to hit the microphone and say something, anything, but that will only tip her off. So I don’t. I gun it as a cold chill settles at the base of my spine.
This is on me. And if anything happens to Emily or Lil’ Peach, there won’t be a place on this earth that’s far enough to hide.
Chapter 46
Emily
“Emmy,” I hear Peach say as she steps up beside me, wrapping one of her small arms around my leg and pointing at our psychotic uninvited guest. “Who that?”
Fear grips me the second I look down at her, but I force my expression to remain steady as I manoeuver her protectively behind me.
I turn slightly, even though that means giving the enemy my back, but I need to get Peach away from the danger.
“Why don’t you go back and watch your movie, sweet girl?” I whisper, gently pushing her in the direction of the main room. “I’ll be there in a minute.”
Like the good girl she is, she obeys. “K.”
As I straighten and turn back toward Daisy, I notice her arm lifting in my peripheral vision, but before I get a chance to react, her clenched fist connects hard with the side of my face.
The power behind her punch is enough to knock me off my feet. “I’m going to fucking kill you, bitch,” she screams, launching herself on top of me.
A second later, I hear, “Emmy. That’s my Emmy. That’smy Emmy.”My Emmy. “Don’t hurt my Emmy.” The sheer terror in Peach’s cry tears at my heart.
Fisting my hand in Daisy’s hair, I thrash beneath her as she hammers blow after blow against my skull, each hit coming with enough force to rattle my brain. I’m not thinking about my own safety. My only concern is getting Peach out of the crossfire before she gets hurt.
I’ve never been in a fistfight before, but Daisy throws punches like it’s second nature.
Her hits keep coming; they’re relentless, as I fight with everything I have to break free. Then, just as suddenly as it began, she’s gone.
The moment her weight is off me, I roll onto my side and scramble to my knees, heading straight for Peach. Blood trickles down my face, but it’s the least of my concerns.
“Shh … shh,” I whisper, wrapping her in my arms and pressing her to my chest. My hand runs up and down the length of her back in an attempt to soothe her. I’ve never seen her this distraught before. “It’s okay. It’s okay … I’m okay.”
“D,” she sobs against my shirt, and when my gaze flickers up to his enormous form filling the doorway, I instantly regret that move. It’s not the murderous look on his face that rattles me; it’s how calmly and effortlessly he wraps his hand around Daisy’s neck, snapping it without a second thought.
Her body goes limp in his arms as he releases her. Her lifeless corpse drops to the ground with a sickening thud. Dominic doesn’t even bat an eyelid as he steps over her and crouches down beside us.
“Fuck, Em,” he breathes, gently skimming his hand over my hair. That movement is a stark contrast to what I just witnessed, and a part of me wants to flinch away from his touch. “I was petrified I wouldn’t get here in time.”
