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“You’ll be staying at my house,” he replied firmly.
My jaw dropped. At his house?
“W-why?”
“Because I’ll be able to protect you better under my roof.”
The only thing that escaped my mouth was, “Oh.”
“Let’s go.”
I hoped he’d take my hand again, and when he didn’t, I was disappointed.
As we drove away from my apartment, I stared out the window, trying to ignore the growing desire for Sebastien, and prayed that I wasn’t about to make the worst mistake of my life.
Chapter 11 - Sebastien
I glanced over at Delilah, who had drifted off to sleep, a soft curl falling against her face. On our way home, I instructed Tony to stop at a drive-through pharmacy to fill Delilah’s prescription. Tonight had taken an unexpected turn in my favor, and I hadn’t let the opportunity slip by.
For weeks, Delilah had been living rent-free in my head, consuming my thoughts and pushing my sexual urges into unchartered waters. But now that she’ll be living under my roof and soon enough tied to me legally, I’ll be able to get her out of my system.
Could I have helped her without the proposal of marriage? Yes. But what would I have gained? Nothing.
Delilah is one hell of a woman, and I would be a fool to let her slip out of my fingers. Her loyalty to her brother was unmatched. Dean didn’t deserve a sister like her. She sacrificed her dignity to protect his name. And if she could do that for her brother, how much more would she do as a loyal wife?
As much as Delilah was ashamed of what she’d done, having been to numerous strip clubs and private parties where strippers and dancers were present, I knew her actions rated a two on a scale of one to ten, ten being the highest. But, for a modest woman like Delilah, being exposed like that would’ve messed with her.
Even now, I was still trying to wrap my mind around the story she shared with me earlier. One thing was certain, those bastards would never lay a finger on her again, and I would protect her secret with every fiber of my being.
My mind ran back to what happened at the apartment when Tony called me. One of his men had gotten information onthe last person who saw Eso right before he was murdered. Vega had told me the coroner’s report stated that Eso had died from a single bullet to the head. When Tony showed me the picture on his phone, my face hardened.
Obsidian.
His real name was Harry Montague. While sitting as a state judge in his prime, he became a part of the Black Lotus Syndicate, a secret society that Dominic had gotten involved with when he was younger. A while back, Dominic suspected that this organization was trying to blackmail him and expose his ties to them. Since Obsidian was a key player in allowing Dominic to cut ties from the organization, we confronted him, since he was the only member who had been in town at the time, threatening to take down the organization. Obsidian didn’t take it lightly.
At that point, I decided to call Vega. I instructed him to look into Dean’s business and who he associated with right before it went bankrupt. I needed to understand who these men or women were and how deep their connections ran. Once I could put faces to the threat hanging over Delilah’s head, I’d be able to eliminate it.
The crunching of the gravel beneath the tires as Tony pulled into my long driveway jolted me from my thoughts. I gently rubbed Delilah’s arm to wake her up.
“Delilah, we’re here.”
Her eyes fluttered open as she straightened, and a soft moan escaped her lips as she stretched. The sound went straight to my cock.
“Stay there, I’ll open the door for you.”
I quickly hopped out of the SUV and rounded the vehicle to open the door for Delilah. Rex was already at the trunk, removing Delilah’s luggage. I offered my hand to her as she stepped out of the car.
She looked at the house, her eyes wide, before turning to look at me.
“You live here?” she asked, disbelief in her voice.
“Yes.”
“Alone?” she lifted an eyebrow.
I struggled to keep a straight face. “Yes.”
She shook her head in awe, breathless as she spoke. “This house…is gorgeous. Looks like something from one of those rich people magazines.”