Tortured Obsession: An Enemies-to-Lovers Mafia Romance by Alice King

Author:Alice King [King, Alice]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2023-01-27T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 21

Isabella

Anton bounds out ahead of us, his tongue lolloping out of his mouth as he tries to swallow as much fresh air as possible. He runs around in circles, springing around like a kid on a trampoline.

“Is he always this excited?” I laugh.

Nikolai flashes a wry grin. “No, I think he’s just happy to have the extra attention. Usually it’s just me who walks him.”

The house’s reflection ripples in the lake at its back as storm clouds grumble above us. Anton bounds up to Nikolai with a stick in his mouth, wagging his tail non-stop. Nikolai crouches down and pets him before tossing the stick off into the distance. Anton shoots after it, disappearing into the grass.

“How long have you had him?” I ask, watching the dog sprint away.

“A long time now. I got him as a puppy. He was Alek’s idea, actually. He thought we could use some guard dogs, and Anton took a liking to me. Anton wouldn’t stop following me.” Nikolai chuckles and shrugs.

Anton bounds back, dark clouds in the sky following behind him. He drops the stick and sits in front of Nikolai, who glanced at me and then over at the house.

“They’ll be here soon.”

“I know.” I whisper as the ghost of my father’s hand strangles my neck. I look at the house with him, watching the dark clouds cover it in shadow. “Can we stay for just a little longer?”

Nikolai wraps his arm around me, pulling me close to him. “I’ll stay out here with you for as long as you need.”

My dad hasn’t reached out to me since the engagement disaster, not that I expected him to. The thought of facing him makes my stomach flip. What will he do when he sees the piercings? The clothes I actually chose for myself? I should laugh at the thought of him flipping out over something so small as what I wear, but years of conditioning can’t be worked away with a few jokes. Will he even treat me as a daughter? As far as he knows, my last name isn’t even De Rossi anymore; it’s Ilyin.

My father is a cold man. The type of man who holds grudges.

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