The Twisted Obsession
Chapter 167: Nervous

Chapter 167: Nervous

Remo stepped out of the steaming shower, a cloud of warmth enveloping him as he reached for a towel. The bathroom was filled with the lingering scent of soap and shampoo. He briskly dried himself off, the soft fabric soothing against his skin.

As he wrapped the towel around his waist, his gaze wandered towards the foggy mirror. Through the mist, he caught a glimpse of his reflection—damp hair tousled, steam rising from his shoulders. With a satisfied sigh, he combed his fingers through his hair, coaxing it into some semblance of order.

Remo pushed the bathroom door open, expecting to find Abby already dressed for the will reading. But to his surprise, he was met with a sight he hadn’t anticipated.

There, sitting on the edge of the bed, was Abby, her hair still damp from her own shower, her eyes fixed on some distant point. She appeared lost in thought, a faraway look in her eyes that Remo couldn’t quite decipher.

"Abby?" Remo called out, his voice breaking the silence of the room.

Startled, Abby’s gaze snapped to his, her eyes widening in surprise as if she hadn’t noticed his presence until now. She blinked, as if trying to refocus her thoughts, before offering him a faint smile.

"Hey, Remo," she replied, her voice soft and distant.

Remo couldn’t help but feel a pang of concern at the sight of her.

"Are you alright?" Remo asked, taking a step towards her.

Abby nodded slowly, though her eyes still seemed unfocused, as if her mind was somewhere else entirely. "Yeah, I’m fine. Just... lost in thought, I guess."

"What’s wrong?" Remo asked softly, his concern evident in his voice as he gently placed a hand on Abby’s shoulder.

Abby sighed, her shoulders slumping as she leaned into his touch. "I don’t know if I can face those despicable people," she confessed, her voice heavy with frustration and uncertainty

Remo placed a gentle hand on Abby’s shoulder, his touch a reassuring anchor in the storm of her emotions. "Abby, I understand how you feel," he said softly. "But you are stronger and more capable than you give yourself credit for."

Abby looked up at him, her eyes searching his for any sign of doubt. But all she found was unwavering belief and support. "But what if I mess up?" she whispered, her voice barely audible above the hushed tones of the room.

Remo shook his head, his gaze unwavering. "You won’t mess up, Abby. You have faced challenges before, and you have always come out stronger on the other side. You have a strength within you that you may not even realize."

Abby’s shoulders slumped, the weight of her doubts pressing down on her like a leaden cloak. "I just wish I could be more confident, like you," she murmured, her voice tinged with longing.

Remo smiled gently, his eyes crinkling at the corners with warmth. He reached out and took her hand in his, his touch grounding her in the present moment.

"You know, Abby," Remo began, his voice steady and unwavering, "you’re married to a man who happens to be a wealthy mob boss. You can be as reckless and fearless as you want, and I’ll always have your back. If there’s anything you want to do, just go for it. I’ll be standing right behind you, ready to clean up any mess and ensure you don’t have to worry about a thing. If you want to me to get rid of them I will do it, just give the order."

"Remo, I..." Abby’s voice caught in her throat, overcome with emotion. She reached out and took his hand in hers, squeezing it tightly as if trying to convey the depth of her gratitude through touch alone.

"Thank you," she finally managed to whisper, her voice trembling with emotion. "Thank you for always being there for me, for believing in me even when I doubt myself."

Remo’s expression softened, a warm smile spreading across his lips. "You don’t have to thank me, Abby," he said gently. "You’re my wife, and I’ll always do whatever it takes to support you and make you feel safe."

"Remember what we discussed?" Remo’s voice cut through the tension in the room, firm and unwavering. Abby turned to face him, her expression resolute as she nodded in response.

"Tony will go with you and I will wait for you in the car," Remo continued, his gaze locking onto hers with intensity. "And remember, don’t let them get under your skin. Instead, get under theirs."

Abby met Remo’s gaze, a fire igniting within her. She understood what was at stake, and she was ready to rise to the challenge.

"I know," she replied, her voice steady and determined. "Tony and I will handle it. And I’ll make sure to give them a taste of their own medicine."

Remo’s expression softened, a hint of pride shining in his eyes. "That’s my girl," he said, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "I have no doubt you’ll handle it like a pro."

Abby felt a flush of heat creeping up her neck as she glanced away, her cheeks tinted with a soft pink hue. They had spent the past two days preparing for this moment, and despite her best efforts, her nerves had been getting the better of her. But she knew she couldn’t afford to mess up—not now, not when so much was on the line.

"Let me help you dry your hair," he said softly, a warm smile playing at the corners of his lips.

Abby felt a rush of warmth spread through her chest at his gesture of kindness. Despite the weight of the impending challenge looming over them, Remo always had a way of making her feel cared for and supported.

"Thank you, Remo," she replied, her voice filled with gratitude. "That would be wonderful."

With a gentle touch, Remo reached for the blow dryer and began to dry Abby’s hair, his movements slow and deliberate. Abby closed her eyes, allowing herself to relax just for a while.