Page 12 of Gio's Possession
Val reaches out and gently hooks her arm through mine and starts chatting. Walking me down the stairs and to an enormous kitchen, she says something about teaching her new daughter how to make her grandmother’s meatballs that were passed down in her Italian family for generations.
I don’t know how to react to these people. They aren’t hurting me, and I don’t feel threatened, although I am pissed off that Gio drugged me.
When we enter the kitchen, I look around. It has gorgeous marble floors and countertops. All the appliances are professional grade. You could have set my whole house into this one room and still have space left over.
My stomach lets out a loud growl. I don’t remember when I last ate. I guess we are making meatballs.
Gio
Walking into my house, I see my mother and Everly in the kitchen with their heads together. The only two women in this world that I care about in one room. Both women look up when they realize I’m in the room.
My angel was smiling at my mother, but when her eyes land on me, her face goes blank. I feel a pain in the pit of my stomach. I don’t like that my mother got her smile. I’m jealous of my own fucking mother. I vow to myself to earn Everly’s smiles. I don’t know when or how, but I’m willing to do anything to accomplish it.
My mother breaks the silence. “Everly and I cooked you dinner.”
Realizing the heavy silence in the room, my mother steps forward and hugs Everly and then me. “Well, I will let you two have a quiet dinner alone.” She turns and leaves in a hurry. She knows not to interfere in my marriage.
Everly is staring at me and gasps out loud. I look to see what made her react like that, and I notice there is blood splatter on my shirt and suit jacket. My head falls back, and I close my eyes, wishing I had remembered to change before coming home. This is not how I wanted Everly to find out what I do for a living.
“I’ll just be a minute to change and then we are eating dinner together.” Turning and walking out of the room, I make a point of not giving her a choice in the matter.
When we sit down to dinner, Everly is silent and not eating her food. I don’t like that she isn’t eating. She needs the nutrients. I won’t have her wither away under my watch.
“Angel, eat.”
“I’m not hungry.” She’s still staring down at the table with her hands in her lap, making no move to eat her dinner. This just doesn’t work for me. I get up and move to her side of the table, picking her up out of the chair. I sit down in her chair, placing her small body on my lap.
“What are you doing?” she yelps in a high-pitch shriek.
“Since you aren’t eating on your own, I’m going to feed you.” I gather some pasta onto the fork and bring it to her lips. Then I put half of a meatball into her mouth. In between, I feed myself a few bites.
“You can’t feed me like a child.” She’s pouting with the most adorable face.
“I can, and I will.”
She reluctantly takes the bite of food that I’m offering her and chews slowly. “You will eat three meals a day, and I want you to take a multivitamin. I will get our family doctor to prescribe you some.”
“I’m not staying here, so you won’t be getting me anything. If you would just tell me where my shoes are, I will get out of your hair.”
“Angel, you aren’t leaving me. Where you go, I go. Anyone who tries to take you away from me will die.”
“What kind of psychopath are you? You don’t even know me.”
“I know you. Someone hurt you. Your name is Everly Lawrence. You are soon to be twenty years old. You work hard but are sleeping in an alley at night. You worked at a local grocery store in a town about an hour away from here until just recently. You lived at home with your father, and your mother passed away when you were sixteen. You are a hard worker. Someone hurt you, and you don’t eat nearly enough to sustain the nutrients that you need. You also like cheesy romance novels.”
She goes to move off of my lap, but I hold her body tight to mine. Pressing her body into my lap makes my dick happy. The fucker picks now to perk up.
“Oh, my god. You have been watching me.”
A look crosses her face. It’s like a lightbulb coming on.
“It was you who left me coffee and food every morning.”
I bring another bite to her lips, and she accepts it.
“It was.”
“Why? Why are you doing this? Why would you kidnap a complete stranger? Are you going to hurt me?”
