Dark Captor (Dark Syndicate 2)

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Tristan

I walk into Massimo’s house and sigh.

Today was long and stressful but I got everything done. Plans are all in place for our trip back to Rhode Island.

Everything is ready and the men we’re taking have been briefed on the mission plans. It’s just to get it done now.

I walk down the corridor and decide to go through the back passage to avoid everyone. Everyone meaning Isabella. I managed to avoid talking to her all day yesterday and being away today has helped with the distancing.

I turn the corner heading into the second living room and it’s just my luck that I nearly crash into her. I have to steady her to stop her from falling over.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going,” she apologizes quickly.

As I hold her I remember how much I miss her, and miss feeling like she was mine. Realizing I’m just holding her and staring, I let go.

“Sorry, I wasn’t looking either.” I was, but it’s something to say.

She gives me a coy smile and the sweet rose color fills her cheeks.

“Well it’s nice to see you. I was just getting something to eat. Candace gave me sugar last night and I can’t stop eating.” She sounds nervous.

“It’s good you’re eating. Regardless to what it is.”

“Yeah I guess.”

I should go. This prolonged tension is throwing me off and screwing with me. I would like to know how she is though. Just to see how she’s doing.

“Are you okay?”

She nods. “Yeah. It’s nice here. Everyone’s been great. How are you?”

We sound like that old married couple who are struggling to find things to talk about.

“I’m okay.”

“Are you ready for Friday?”

“Yeah, all set.”

“Good.”

“What no kiss?” comes a voice from the dark living room.

Isabella and I both turn to look. The lights comes on and Dominic comes into view with it.

My blood runs cold when I see he’s got his gun resting against the side of his head. Casual, like it’s nothing.

“Dominic,” I rasp out.

He stands but he staggers and his eyes have that spaced out look which look more pronounced when he smiles.

“I came in here and I can’t remember what for. To polish my gun, sniff a little heroine or watch you two,” he answers with a laugh that sounds off key.

He’s high.

Fucking hell. Christ… this is all we need now. But there’s going to be a reason for it. I’m just not prepped.