Page 33 of Bound in Obsession
I don’t answer. Because the truth is, I have no fucking idea what to do with Eleonora Caruso anymore.
All I know is that she’s under my roof, under my skin, and every second she’s here, she’s making me forget why I took her in the first place.
I finish the meeting with Marco and step out of the office, only to find Eleonora lingering near the top of the stairs. Daniel stands a respectful distance behind her, looking like he’d rather be anywhere else.
She immediately falls into step beside me as I head down the hallway.
I stop outside my bedroom door and turn to her with a raised brow. “Again I ask, is there a reason you’re following me around?”
She doesn’t answer. She just stares at me with those dark, stubborn eyes.
Against every instinct screaming at me, I open my bedroom door and step inside. She follows without hesitation. The moment the door shuts behind her, the air in the room grows thicker.
I raise an eyebrow, waiting.
“Have you found Sienna?” she asks, her voice quieter than usual.
I tilt my head. “And why would I tell you that?”
Her expression shifts, real worry flickering across her face. Not for herself. For her sister. She’s scared Massimo or Gallo might find Sienna first. I can see it clear as day.
“Have you?”
“You’re becoming a real pain in the ass with all these questions,” I mutter. “Remind me again why you’re not locked in your own bedroom right now?”
She leans back against the wall, arms crossed, refusing to shrink. “I just want to know.”
“I’m not obliged to tell you anything.” I snap my fingers toward the adjoining door that connects our rooms. “Back to your bedroom. Now.”
She doesn’t move. Her gaze drifts to the closed door between our suites, then returns to me.
“What happens to me when this is all over?”
The question lands heavier than I expect.
I stare at her for a long moment, jaw tight. I could lie. I could threaten her. But for some reason, I don’t.
“I don’t know,” I answer honestly.
Right now, I really don’t. I should want to trade her. I should want to use her and discard her the second she stops being useful. Instead, the thought of handing her over to Gallo or back to her father twists something ugly in my chest.
She searches my face like she’s trying to decide whether I’m telling the truth.
I turn away before she can read too much.
“Get out of my room, Eleonora.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Eleonora
Nico turns his back to me without warning and pulls his shirt off.
My breath catches.
The tattoos on his back are even more striking up close, bold, dark ink that stretches across his broad shoulders and down the powerful lines of his spine. Intricate patterns, sharp edges, and what looks like an old family crest woven into the design.
My fingers twitch at my sides. I have the sudden, insane urge to step forward and trace every line with my fingertips, to feel the heat of his skin beneath the ink.
