Seconds after the men left, Susan was staring daggers at her brother.
“Who were those men?” she asked, barely able to keep her voice steady, “And what are you doing with people who look like that?” Samuel went to the front door, locked it and turned to frown at her, “You shouldn't have shown up here without calling first, Suzy,” he said and began to head for the kitchen. “You could have gotten us both in a lot of trouble especially with that sharp mouth of yours, and frankly, I can't afford any more trouble at the moment,” Flabbergasted, Susan followed him, “Excuse me. Is that all you have to say? Are you not going to answer my question?” Samuel began opening cupboards and drawers, clearly looking for nothing in particular, and then he slammed one of them shut so hard that it shook. His actions confirmed Susan's suspicions, and she knew for sure now that her brother was in some kind of trouble. “Who were those men, Sam,” she insisted, “And what did they want with you?” Instead of replying, Samuel sank into a chair and buried his head in his hands. He looked so worried, and Susan couldn't remember the last time she'd seen her brother so shaken. “I was trying to keep it away from you and mom,” Samuel said, his voice muffled by his palms, “But I guess I failed at that too.” he lifted his head to look at her. “You cannot tell mom about this,” “Tell mom what? You haven't told me anything so what exactly am I not supposed to tell mom. Who were those men?” “Some men I owe money. A lot of money,” Susan swallowed hard, and tried to keep her emotions in check. Panicking wouldn't do them any good, but she couldn't believe what she was hearing as Samuel continued speaking. “I needed money for the car I bought, and I made some bad investments and some…Bad decisions. I thought I'd pay off but it didn't and now I'm in debt and they want their money back. I don't know what I'm going to do,” “How much do you owe them?” Susan asked, her heart was beating so fast she was surprised it hadn't exploded. Samuel looked at his sister, “Do you really want to know?” “How much, Sam?” Susan pressed. “Twenty five thousand,” Susan wanted to scream, “Twenty five thousand?” she repeated fiercely, as if she couldn't believe her ears, “How the hell are you supposed to pay back that kind of money?” She paced the kitchen, trying to process everything that had happened in the past thirty minutes. It was happening so fast she wondered if she was dreaming, but she wasn't. This was really happening. Her brother owed twenty five grand to two men who looked like they'd go to dangerous lengths to get whatever they wanted. She didn't want to imagine the worst, so she closed her mind against the thoughts creeping up in her mind. “They're gang members, aren't they?” Susan asked as she finally stopped pacing, but she already knew the answer to her own question. Samuel nodded, “The tall one is the boss. His name is Leo, and you shouldn't have talked to him that way. Leo doesn't like to be pushed, and from what I know about him, he's not someone you want to cross,” “And yet you took money from him?” “It was months ago okay? Look, I needed the money. It's not like my job pays me enough to get what I want. I made some bad investments and everything went to hell, but I swear this isn't the way it was supposed to go down.” When Susan remained silent, he sighed, “Look, I can't deal with any judgment from you right now. Where do you think the money I gave you when you started your plans to move came from? I had things to take care of and I made a bad choice, okay? I'm kicking myself already and I don't need more from you or anyone,” Susan ignored his outbursts. It was true that he'd helped her out, but she wouldn't have encouraged him if she knew what he'd been up to. “And it had to be him?” she asked. “A friend told me he would be able to help and that I didn't have anything to worry about as long as I paid back. I guess I was overconfident that my investment would pay off,” “So what are you going to do now, Sam? We both heard him. You have two weeks. What happens if you're not able to pay him by then? How am I supposed to keep something like this away from mom. I'm imagining the worst already,” “You have to,” Samuel cut in, “Honestly, I'd have loved it if you weren't a part of this but you had to come down here with your nosey self and now you know everything, but you're going to keep it away from mom. Promise me right now” “I… I can't,” Susan stammered, “What if something happens to you. Maybe we can talk to the police. You saw those men… There's no way they're not wanted by the police for something. Maybe if we out them, the police can get them and all of this will be over.” “What?” said Samuel, suddenly shooting up from his chair. Before Susan knew what was happening he had her arms in his hands and was shaking her hard, “Don't you dare do that. Do you hear me?” he told her. There was a look in his eyes that told Susan that he was deadly serious. “That's the worst thing you can ever think of doing. Leo has connections. Connections you can't even imagine, and I'm telling you right now that going to the cops is only going to do more harm than good. You think he hasn't escaped worse situations with the cops and your little information is going to mean anything? Because it won't. So promise me right now, Suzy, that you're not going to call anyone, and that you're not going to bring our mother into this,” Susan squirmed. “Fine, I promise. Now let go. You're hurting me,” Realising his mistake, Samuel released her immediately, “I'm sorry,” he said, “I know you're worried about me, but you don't have to be. I'll figure something out,” Susan remained silent, and watched her brother as he returned to his chair. She could tell he was trying to keep it together, but could see that he was worried, and so was she. So they couldn't go to the cops… What now?Slowly he rose to his feet. “What a charming idea,” he breathed, his dark brows drawing together as he studied her hectically flushed face and air of decided purpose. Then he stole a fleeting glance down at the narrow gold watch on his wrist. He dealt her a distinctly tense smile. “Unfortunately, I'm afraid you've chosen-----”“I just couldn't wait until you got home,” Susan broke in feverishly, his glance at his watch not having been lost on her and serving merely to stoke her tension to new heights. His black lashes dipped lower over his intent, dark eyes, clear bemusement etched into his rigidity. “Wait for what?” he asked with a dismal lack of comprehension.Susan abandoned the idea of a slow, seductive wriggle and pitched off her coat to grab his attention. “I couldn't wait for you,” she said huskily, and embarked on the buttons of her black, narrowly cut coat-dress.Leo's gaze had whipped over to the coat now lying in a heap and back to her fast. He seemed welded to the floor
Shaken by the storm she had ignited, the roughness of his strained intonation, she stared at him, devoured by pain.“Why?” Leo repeated fiercely.Because I love you...she wanted to say. “And you're all over Sophie at every hour of the day. She coughs and you can't get there quick enough!” Leo slung from between gritted teeth. “In spite of the fact that we have a nanny with several willing supporters, you install a baby alarm and you get out of my bed to go to her! I'm not even half as important to you. Is that how it's supposed to be?”Very much taken aback, Susan surveyed him with shocked eyes. Evidently the baby alarm in their bedroom was viewed as some kind of ultimate insult. Did he think she was smothering Sophie? Was that what he was saying? That she was threatening to turn into one of those ghastly suffocating mothers one read about?“'I'm sorry if you think I'm taking my responsibilities too seriously.”“If you're that obsessed with babies, why should we wait to extend the fa
Leo needed sex the way she needed air to breathe, and those needs needed to be met in the marital bed. She was just a body, and if anything had been required to prove that point his silence did so. In this new brave relationship they were trying, lies were no longer permissible, so Leo was not about to tell her how ravishingly irresistible she was. She was fanciable enough to arouse him but that was the height of her pulling power and, with a male as physical as Leo, maybe it didn't even take that much... maybe he just fantasised about somebody else. A choked sob escaped her. He thrust her away from him with positive violence. Her eyes flew open as he threw back the sheet and sprang out of bed.“Leo ... you misunderstood!”He spun back, dealing her an incredulous glance.“I was thinking about something else... It wasn't —I mean…” she stumbled in desperation. The tip of her tongue stole out and darted along her taut lower lip. “I want you,” she whispered finally. Dark eyes held her
Susan woke up in the middle of the night to take a shower and check on Sophie, after which she went back to bed. When she awakened, little men were morris-dancing inside her thumping head.Thankfully she'd not taken enough alcohol to give her a major hangover, she registered miserably, but she was still a little tired. She slid out of bed and weaved a far from straight passage to the bathroom. A shower would make her feel better. She was emerging from the bathroom, swathed in a towel, white as a ghost and suffering from a raging thirst, when she noticed Leo .“Oh, no,” she mumbled. “Not now.”Leo filled the doorway. She refused to look at him and concentrated on his feet.“Shouldn't you be out working or something?”she whispered.“It's Saturday.”“I thought you went every day.”He certainly hadn't spent any days at home. Her clouded gaze worked up his legs. He was wearing black jeans that hugged his long, lean thighs and narrow hips, and an Aran sweater which accentuated his dark skin
Leo didn't even try to deny it, “Maybe a little bit,” he replied and shrugged, “Besides, you're at the club. When was the last time you let yourself go,” He was right. It had been a while. After a few seconds, she nodded and Leo didn't hesitate to place the order. The drinks kept coming and as the night went on, the atmosphere lightened. They talked about small, inconsequential things—the music, the crowd, even a particularly flamboyant dancer on the floor below. Susan could slowly feel herself letting go and soon she was laughing heartily at almost everything Leo said. He was clearly enjoying her laughter, because he continued to whisper things in her eyes. Things that sometimes made her laugh and sometimes sent arousal coursing through her veins. It was amazing, and for a brief moment, it almost felt normal, like they weren’t two people locked in a complicated and often contentious marriage. When their glasses were empty again, Leo leaned closer, his eyes intent on hers.“Dance wi
Susan blinked. So he was serious? Was their marriage even worth celebrating? Out loud, she asked, “Go out? Where?”“Anywhere you want. Just to have some fun.”She narrowed her eyes at him, searching his face for hidden motives. “I’m not really in the mood, Leo.”He shrugged, unfazed. “Then let me change that. How about somewhere familiar? My club, The Summit?”Susan paused. The Summit wasn’t exactly her idea of a relaxing evening, but it was better than sitting in awkward silence at the dining table or a long, restless night alone in her room.After a moment, she sighed. “Fine. I’ll go.”Leo’s lips curved into a satisfied smile, and he straightened. “Good. Wear the necklace.”Susan hesitated, her hand instinctively brushing against her collarbone. “Why does it matter so much to you?”“It’ll look good on you,” he said simply, his tone leaving no room for argument.Her eyes locked with his for a moment, a silent battle of wills passing between them. Finally, she nodded, her voice soft b
Susan cringed. Leo had strolled out of his bedroom, positively re-energised by the completeness of her surrender. And she had smiled dizzily back at him with what lingering energy remained to her, possessed of an utterly appalling belief that Leo was so incredibly wonderful that she was blessed above all other living women. Passion killed her intelligence. In bed, she didn't think with Leo, she merely functioned like some sort of passion toy, programmed solely to give and receive pleasure. And she didn't think she could blame her response on anything else anymore. It was that simple. She was still madly in love with Leo, falling like a brick from the top of a high building, her feelings rushing faster and faster as she headed for sure and certain devastation when she hit the ground. Now she knew why it hurt when Leo accused her of being a liar. She knew why she hadn't had the strength to fight him off. On a deep atavistic level she wanted Leo any way she could get him.Why? How coul
“Here I am,” he said with such staggering self-assurance, as if she could not fail to be grateful to win such a prize. “After all, you fought back like an Amazon warrior,” Leo told her thickly, his dark head lowering inch by inch. “You ignored me, you ignored it all and the more you ignored what I was doing, the more I seethed... I discovered that the one thing I cannot stand is to be ignored.”She didn't know what he was talking about. He appeared to be suggesting that her avoidance of him had been part of some sly, manipulative female plot to attract him and his unquenchable ego took to that idea like a duck to water. On the brink of acidly disabusing him of that notion, her parted lips met on a shocking collision course with his.Leo groaned against her mouth and possessed it again with renewed vigour and a force of hunger that ran a scorching blaze of heat right down to her toes and back up again. She fought the effect, concentrating her mind on the picture of herself pregnant and
Susan reddened but pressed on, her sole ambition to show him that they need not participate in sexual intimacy simply to produce another child. She marvelled that Leo appeared so ignorant of such processes. Then all of a sudden she registered that it was not ignorance that had silenced Leo but a kind of unholy and incredulous fascination backed by rather daunting signs of gathering rage. A dark tide of blood had flushed his features, a tiny muscle tugging relentlessly at the corner of his eloquent mouth.“You have to be out of your mind to suggest such a thing to me!” he told her rawly.“Leo... if we could for once move away from this macho conditioning of yours and talk about this sensibly, you might see that it is actually a very sane solution to the problem.”Leo strode forward and pulled her up out of her seat with two powerful hands. “There's no problem. My children are not going to be conceived in a test tube and that has nothing to do with my "macho conditioning",” he spelt out