Chapter 10
Desiree
I wake up on the wrong side of the bed the next morning. I don’t know—maybe it’s just too much for me to process—grieving my little boy, being held in quasi-imprisonment by Junior. Having feelings for said captor and not wanting them.
I’m mixed up, muddled up, miffed.
I do my usual rounds with Gio, then shower and dress. Instead of looking for breakfast, I put on my new leather jacket and walk out the front door. I need a break from the house and I’m feeling prickly about still being a prisoner, even though Junior treated me like a princess yesterday.
I’m not surprised to hear the door fly open behind me. “Hey.” It’s a sharp, commanding bark.
I’m not dumb enough to keep walking. I stop, but don’t turn around.
“Where are you going?” Junior strides purposefully towa
