Hidden Flames [The Ludovicas: Second Generation Book Three]

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KIAN

"It's been almost two months now. I can see the difference already." Dad had a satisfied smile on his face.

"What difference?" I snapped.

Dad's smile widened but he said nothing.

An ache was forming in my head the longer I stared at my empty desk. No flower bouquet. Yes, she is away but...my desk didn't feel right without it.

Just a day more and she will be back. She better be or I will drag her back if I have to.

I can't fucking sleep!

That hasn't happened before. Never. Sleep has always come to me easily after an exhausting day but I fucking swear she has done something to me.

"Is something the matter?" Dad's amused voice asked.

I realised I was scowling at the desk and I composed my expression. "Yes, I want you to leave."

Dad's expression turned serious. "Answer me truthfully. I know it's too soon to ask this but do you feel the difference or not?"

"I don't know what you are talking about."

Dad got up and came closer to me, rounded the desk and stood beside me, tapping my chest, right over my heart. "You will feel the difference right here, Kian. I know you do. It might be small now but it must be there."

The only thing I was feeling was like something was missing and the feeling of possessiveness.

Irene was my wife. She was mine. I wanted to fucking kill everyone who looked at her, let alone touch her, starting with Armano.

If he touches her one more time...

"You will understand soon." Dad smiled softly and pressed a kiss on my hair, before leaving.

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Irene had texted Mayson, telling him that if he was free, she wanted him to pick her up tomorrow at around ten in the morning.

Mayson feared his life hence he forwarded the messages to me.

I told him to delete her number and block it and ask Logan to do the same.

She could have asked me to pick her up, why him?

I didn't ponder on it much for now instead I was feeling relieved that she was coming back home tomorrow.

I would be able to sleep now.

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I leaned against the door of the car, my hands folded and eyes fixed on the door of her house as I waited for her.

Before asking Mayson to delete her number, I told him to text her that he would be there.

At exactly ten, the door opened and Irene stepped out wearing sunglasses. "Hey, Mayson--"

She pushed her sunglasses up, putting them over her head, scanning me from head to toe with a smile. "Well, if it isn't my dear husband."

Then her smile faded. "Who looks like shit. Is everything okay?"

Her dad stepped out too, carrying her bag and he offered me a smile on seeing me making me nod at him.

I took the bag from him and put it inside the trunk.