I stormed into my and Tia’s room in the suite and got into the safe, unlocked it, and grabbed my fucking gun.
Tia
It had been hours since Tommy had left. He left right after Tessa had come back, in an absolutely feral, ferocious rage. Tess didn’t want to talk about any of it. I didn’t push. Sarah didn’t either. We knew it was bad by looking
at her and by seeing how Tommy left.
She curled up with the boys as it was their bedtime and when I looked in a while later, she was asleep with them, in the big bed.
Sarah was gone a while but then came back in from the hallway, where I assume she was talking to Dex and the other guards. Her mouth was set in a tight line.
I shuddered as I closed the door of the mini fridge and sat down on a big white leather sectional sofa with Sarah. She looked at me with a hardness in her eyes that made me think of a mama bear about to rip someone apart for messing with one of her cubs.
“She’s asleep with the boys. She’ll probably sleep the night,” I said.
“She was raped, wasn’t she?” Sarah said, through gritted teeth.
I closed my eyes and blew out a breath, “Looking that way. I’m guessing that’s what sent Tommy out of here like that. I don’t know exactly but by the look on her face?” I let that hang. There was no need to continue that sentence. We both knew.
I gave my head a shake, trying to shake off everything in my brain.
“That girl hasn’t been through enough?” Sarah asked, glaring at the carpet, and then a string of what I’d imagine were Spanish cusswords flew from her mouth as she flew out of her seat and went to the wet bar area and mixed a drink for herself. She took a big swig, “Tommy will get that bastard who did this. That’s something at least.”
I sipped my water.
“You okay, Chiquita?” Sarah asked.
I shrugged, “I’m worried. He’s out there angry and with a gun. He’s upset. I’m upset, too, I mean… I love Tess, she’s awesome. I’m disgusted.”
Dex came in.
“Sorry girls. Tommy wants one of us in here with you all.”
“That’s okay,” I said, “Want something to drink?”
“I can get it,” he gave me a smile. He’d always teased me about treating him like a guest instead of a guard. I always tried to treat the guards like friends. They were keeping us safe. And Dex was someone Tommy obviously trusted, judging by how often Dex was around.
Sarah then ranted for a good while and it did not one good thing for my peace of mind. Dex let her rant, saying nothing, just sitting with us. When she’d finally burned it out, she said goodnight, hugged me, and went to one of the half a dozen bedrooms in our massive lavish hotel suite.
I said goodnight and headed to my and Tommy’s room at the opposite end of the suite (ours was the only room on that side) and curled up in bed. But, I couldn’t find sleep.
I hated Las Vegas last time. It nearly destroyed me. Us. And I didn’t feel any better about it this time so far. The only good thing was that Tessa was back with us, safe; her kids had their Mom.
I tossed and turned and spent way too much time in my head thinking about our baby, about our life, thinking about the tangled web of mess Tom Ferrano Sr. had left for his kids.
My husband and I’d had a tough tangled up road towards love and it was a bumpy path we were both still traveling on. We’d only been together six months and had faced so many obstacles so far.
I tried to stop my head from backtracking to when we’d met, when he’d forced himself on me, when we were here in Sin City, what he’d done to me after I ran from him because of his stupid tests and games.
But, I couldn’t stop it, all of it, from drifting through my mind as I thought about his reaction to someone kidnapping and raping his sister. How angry he got at someone raping Tess? In any normal situation, that would be a normal reaction for a badass like Tommy.
But with all he’d done to me? I couldn’t help but dissect it. Being here, in Vegas, maybe it just brought it all back. The hypocrisy.
I felt my ears get hot and anger bubbled up in me. I tried to tell myself it was different, he and I were married, I knew what was in his heart, how hard he fights his demons. I love him.
But it nagged at me, all of it. He was changing, right? Was he? Or, had I just changed to accommodate him?
The bad kept seeping through, despite my trying to push it away.