Page 93 of Twisted Obsession
Mom shot her a withering scowl but said nothing as she turned to my father. “When did you call them?”
“An hour ago, when the first wave hit our home.”
Mom had the decency to grimace. “I’m so sorry. I had no idea it would get so out of control like that.”
“It’s not your fault,” Sasha assured her. “People have no consideration sometimes.”
Mom put her hand over the one Sasha gently placed on her arm. “I told everyone this was for family only and we would have something bigger for everyone else once Darius settled in.” She shook her head slowly. “I’m so disappointed no one listened.”
Officer Johnny Hans, one of the officers on Father’s payroll broke away from the group still leading people out of the apartment and approached us.
“Mr. Medlock,” he said, coming over to offer Father his hand.
Father stepped forward and accepted it with a firm shake. “Johnny, thank you for coming on such short notice. It was getting a bit out of hand.”
The officer grinned. “Never had anyone call us on their own party before.”
“That’s what I said,” Lavena muttered.
“I figured it was the safest way to … disband this situation without hurt feelings or causing arguments.”
“There was some argument,” Hans mumbled, rolling his dark eyes, “but everyone left fairly easily, minus that one lady who tried to run one of my guys over with her wheelchair.”
Mom grimaced. “Aunt Meredith. Oh, you didn’t…”
Hans shook his head. “We let her go with a warning.”
Mom exhaled. “I am so sorry.”
“If it makes you feel better, at least she didn’t try to hit you with her bag. That thing is full of bricks,” Kas said.
“Or the bodies of her victims,” Sasha grumbled.
“It’s not that big,” Kas protested.
“Maybe it’s just parts of her victims, like trophies,” Lavena supplied helpfully.
“Girls!” Mom swatted at them to stop talking.
Hans, both amused and uncomfortable, took a step back. “I should be heading out.”
Father walked him and the other officers to the elevator, leaving the rest of us to stand and stare at each other as the ruined evening finally registered.
“The shortest party I have ever been to,” Lavena piped up first.
“And the best plot twist,” Sasha added. “I never saw that coming.”
“Mr. M really knows clear out a room,” Kas agreed with a shake of her head.
“Poor great aunt Dahlia,” Mom groaned. “She’s going to be so upset.” She turned to me. “She was so excited to see you.”
I said nothing.
Every part of me felt exhausted and drained, as if my emotions had nosedived on a roller coaster. All I wanted was my bed … and Kami.
At the thought of her, I finally took a good look at her in her short, tight, black dress with the deep V neckline trimmed in flowy, loose fabric and velvet, black pumps. Her dark hair was piled in a messy updo at the top of her head with stray strands curled to frame her beautifully made face.
God, she was perfect.