Seeing Red: Book 1 Of The Moretti Series ✔

Ch 12- Micah

***Mature content (18+)***

Walking into my apartment, I dropped my keys on the counter. My apartment was eerily quiet. The silence was deafening. All I could think about was leaving her. I hadn't wanted to.

I loved and hated her suggestion to leave sex out of it, but I'd make it as hard for her as it would be for me. Smirking to myself, I poured myself a drink and stood at the window. 

Headlights moved against the darkened streets and the monuments were illuminated in the distance. I could never tire of this view. Pensively staring out the window my phone buzzed.

"Missing me already?" Pulling my phone out, but it wasn't her.

Luca: 

We are in town.
Lunch tomorrow
@ the house

Me: 

I'll be there.

Shit! The twins were in town. With them, usually, came trouble. 

Luca and Nero Moretti, my twin cousins. Two years younger than me, they were like brothers to me but they usually spent their time in Miami. I was curious to see why they were in town, but I was sure I would find out.

With my drink gone, I headed to bed. Stripping down and settling into my very large, very cool, and very empty bed. Sleep took over quickly, but it wasn't deep. I tossed and turned until about 3 am. 

Sitting up, I rubbed my hands over my face. With a deep breath, I got up, used the bathroom, and came back to bed. My phone blinked with a message.

Rundown and still groggy, I reached for it off its charger. Although I'm not sure who I expected, my pulse quickened as I read her name. Reading her message was sobering.

Remi: 

I need you
I'm NOT ok

My vision blurred as I stared at my phone. 'I'm NOT ok.' My stomach sunk and my heart jumped to my throat. I wasn't even sure if I responded to her text. Getting dressed as quickly as I could, I needed to know what she meant. I needed to be there, with her. 

When I pulled up to her apartment, I ran the stairs until I reached her door. I couldn't speak. I couldn't think. I just needed to see her with my own eyes. Knocking, my heart was slamming against my rib cage. The time it took for her to unlock and open it, seemed to take forever. 

Her eyes were full of tears and her face was flushed. Unable to move, I looked her over. She had no visible injuries but why were there tears? Had she gotten a call? Who would be calling this late? 

She threw herself into my arms and all I wanted to do was keep her in my there. The problem was that I didn't know what the issue was or where the potential threat was to her. I backed her into the apartment, scanning the room, and holding her as I did so. Kicking the door closed behind us and securing both locks.

"Baby girl," whispering into her hair, "what happened?" She didn't respond. Gripping me tighter, I coaxed her into her living room. I wanted, no, I needed to find out what had happened that made her so upset. "Please talk to me, help me understand what's going on."

Remi sat with her knees to her chest. Making herself as small as possible next to me. Cradling her in my arms, she avoided eye contact with me. Chewing on her nails with pinched brows. 

"Remi," saying her name softly, I lifted her chin so she would look at me. "Talk to me," I said it just as softly, the plea reached her. A fresh flood of tears came with her trembling lower lip.