Fatal Obsession (Black Widow Book 2) Read Online Free Page B

He needed to be patient. To get her alone and… and what? He hadn’t really thought past finding her and now that he had her right in front of him… He sat up straight with a new resolve. Now that he had her he was determined to have her back in his arms. She was his first!
    He caught Dale’s eyes, narrowed in warning. Damien could practically feel his rage radiate off him in large waves toward him, but he didn’t care. He’d searched for so long, lost so much along the way, including part of his sanity, to just wish them a happy life and walk away.
    Turning fully to Ellie, he asked, “How old are they?”
    Swiping her lips twice with her tongue—another new nervous habit—she answered, “Stacey-Ann is two and a half and Third—Dale James—is one and a half. Their birthdays are two weeks apart.”
    Though she was smiling, Damien caught a spark of hurt in her eyes. Why would the dates of their birth cause her pain? Dale, too, had that look for only a second before he drew his wife closer for a comforting hug. It took all that was inside Damien not to rip them apart.
    “Ellie, could I speak to you for a minute—in private?” Damien stressed the last part.
    Dale slowly pulled away from her and rose off the couch, seething. “No way in hell is that happening!”
    Damien stood too, his anger getting the best of him. “What’s the matter Little D? Scared she’ll come back to me?”
    “I was never with you,” her voice, though soft, was strong. She stood, taking Dale’s hand in hers in a show of solidarity as she stared at him with pity in her eyes. “I’m sorry but I think you have me confused with someone else.”
    He slashed his hand through the air. “No, I’m not confusing you with anyone else!”
    With sad eyes, Ellie looked up at Dale before turning back to him. “I do have an identical twin sister. People were confusing us for each other all the time. You’re probably—probably thinking about Ellsa.”
    “Hell no! I’ve heard what Ellsa is like and she’s definitely not my Victoria Secret. But you are. I know I’m not wrong!”
    He took a desperate step towards her, but Dale quickly shifted her behind him, shielding her with his body. He then held his hand up to Damien to keep him from moving any closer.
    “Listen Middle D, we’ve already gone through and survived one psycho relative and it’s not an experience I’m willing to repeat. Nor is it one I’m willing to permit my family to endure again. Do you understand me?”
    Damien stared down his cousin, the threat and the outstretched arm the only things keeping him where he stood. He understood alright and he couldn’t say he blamed Dale. If it were his family, he would do the same, but…
    “She’s mine—”
    “No, she’s not!” Dale cut him off sternly. Then gently, without taking his eyes off Damien, he said, “Honey, when was the last time you were in Miami?”
    Ellie didn’t bother stepping out from behind Dale when she answered, “Right before college graduation, we both went, including Kris—my best friend—and some of Ellsa’s girlfriends.”
    “And six years ago?” Damien asked frantically.
    “No. I was in Rome with my first art class that summer. The rest of the year I was here teaching.”
    “Teaching?” Damien echoed. He thought she was an escort? “Have you ever worked as an escort?”
    “What?” she stepped out then, clearly offended by the look on her face. Her fists on her hips, she exclaimed, “I am not a prostitute! Never have been one in my life. My parents left us enough money to stay on our feet until we could support ourselves. I still have some left.”
    That also didn’t make any sense. VS was an escort—not the prostitute type, she made that clear—for money. None of this made any sense. Even her eyes didn’t have that spark when she was angry. Yes, it was there just not the same as VS. Then this dread filled him as he stared at Ellie and he suddenly began to see the little differences