Chapter Forty-Eight
Devious
Two Months Later…
I haven’t heard from Roselyn since I saw her at her apartment after her father’s funeral. I miss her every fucking day. I couldn’t help myself—I needed to take her for my own personal addiction. After I fucked her, I thought she’d be mad at me, but I was shocked at how she responded. She used me to get off, and if that’s all she wants from me, then that’s what I’m going to give her.
After a long day of torturing one of my clients to collect a debt, I remove my tie, hang it on the doorknob, and sit in the lounge chair in my bedroom. One of my maids brings me a bottle of bourbon. Nicolo informs me of Roselyn’s whereabouts and checks in to let me know she’s safe. I spend most of the time worried about her, so I try to keep my mind occupied by reading the latest psychological thrillers and watching a crime show.
The pain hasn’t gone away from leaving Roselyn. I think about her daily, and I don’t want to let go. It doesn’t help that I still have some of her stuff here. I’ve been obsessed with Roselyn to the point I made a fake Instagram account to follow her, just so I can stalk her. I miss her like crazy, and this is the only way I feel connected to her.
Damien knocks on the door. “Villainous is here.”
“Send him in.”
He nods, then disappears from the bedroom.
Aiden walks in with a cigarette in his mouth, and I follow him to the living room.
I’m not in the mood to talk, so if it’s not important, I’m telling him to get out. I tuck my hands into my pockets.
“Why the fuck are you here this late at night?”
“While you were moping about your wife, I was finally able to get through to Maya, and she told me Celeste might not attack because he and his brothers didn’t get along. She hasn’t seen him in years.”
Celeste is supposed to be the next don of the famiglia for the Irish mob.
“Why hasn’t she seen him in years?”
“She wouldn’t tell me, but she says he’s most likely not going to strike because he was waiting for Cashel to be killed so he can be the don.” He runs his fingers through his hair. “So the war with the Irish mob is up in the air.” He sighs. “The underbosses are labeling you weak, Cayden. They know you’re divorcing Roselyn and they are questioning you as a don.”
Honestly, I couldn’t give two shits what they think as long as they aren’t planning a secret attack against me, and stick to their roles. Then we won’t have a problem. Aiden told me once that some of the rules that we enforce are stupid, and he’s right.
He needs to leave so I can start my nightly staking routine.
I nod and lie on the couch.
“Are you going to continue to keep Maya as your wife.”
“Honestly, I don’t know.”
I doubt he’ll tell me what happened between him and Maya in the past, but I ask anyway.
“What did she do to you for you wanting to seek revenge?”
Anger blazes in his eyes, then they soften. “You really are sulking like a bitch over a woman you let go. You know what you should do?” He deflects my question.
“No, and at this moment, I don’t give a fuck about what you think,” I snap.
It’s wrong to take my anger out on my brother, but I’m hurting right now.
“Go after her and ask for a second chance. I’m pretty sure she loves your fucked-up ass. I don’t know why.” He rolls his eyes. “I’ve never seen you as happy as you were with her.”
“It’s more complicated than it seems, Aiden.” I exhale. “She deserves someone better than me, and she needs to live her life. She is young and needs to see the world. If I hold on to her like I did Shelby, then she’s going to resent me.”
“Roselyn is not Shelby. You’re making a big mistake,” he tells me. “You should tell her to come home so you can talk. You deserve to be happy and loved.”
I cock my head to the side. “Since when have you been pro-relationship?”
“I’m tired of your fucking moping. Get your head out of your ass and stop being stubborn.”
It pains me that I’m not with Roselyn, but I don’t want our relationship to be toxic anymore. I’m sticking to the plan and waiting for her to come herself. If she doesn’t come home to me, then I’ll wait. I’ll wait for her until my last breath.