“Get the fuck out,” I roar, “get out!”
Ryker turns to me, his eyes searching my face but then he sighs, stepping up to me. I resist the urge to pound into his face when his hand slaps down onto my shoulder, “Let me know your next move.”
With that, he takes his leave. Ryker would do it, he would do what I haven’t been able to and if it were anyone else, if it wasn’t her, I would have let him. But she, she’s like a drug, addictive and dangerous. You know you shouldn’t take a hit, but you do it anyway because the euphoria is too damn good to resist.
I hear her shuffling around upstairs, her steps hesitant. I left the door open, gave her free rein but she no doubt thinks it’s a trick. The girl isn’t stupid. Far from it.
With her lingering upstairs, I ensure the security system is engaged and set and give heads up to the guys I have stationed around the place. An eye is to be kept on her at all points except when she is in the room with me, she’s not to leave the house but can go anywhere within these walls.
I shake my head at myself, running a hand down the front of my white shirt. I’m fucking filthy. Bloody. Bruised.
Valentine had some nerve sending those fuckers after me but the way it was handled just proves how right I’ve been about him this entire time. He’s a little fish in a big pond, barely able to tread the water it’s so deep.
A creak of a floorboard being compressed has my head turning towards the stairs. Wren moves like a scared cat, no, cat is the wrong word, she’s more lioness if I were to compare her to a feline only, she’s a little nervous, thrown off by the sudden freedom from her cage.
“Well hello, little bird,” I grin, watching her watching me with narrowed eyes and pursed lips. She’s dressed but not showered meaning my scent and my essence is still on her skin, in her body. I’ve never been a possessive man when it came to women, they were mere bodies used for convenience when I needed to let out some tension but with her, there was no doubt in my mind that I had to have her, mind, body, and soul. There was a tether between us now and no matter how hard she pulled there was no way I was letting it go.
She was mine.
Her eyes drift from me to where the front door is and I see it work through her head, the calculation of getting out, of getting away but before she can even step foot in that direction, one of my guys, a big fucker really, steps in front of the door, blocking the way.
“You can’t run away from me,” I tell her, settling onto the couch.
“So, what? You’ll just keep me here?”
I shrug, “It depends.”
“On what?” She snaps.
“Whether or not we can come to some kind of understanding. If I let you go your daddy is just going to get you and I can’t be having that.”
“What did Lawson do that was so bad that kidnapping his daughter was your only option?”
I laugh, “Lawson isn’t your father.”
Her eyes go wide, “You’re lying.”
“Unfortunately, I am not, little bird.”
“I have nothing to do with whatever fucked up shit you get involved with.”
“You’re right but that was before, now, you’ve just become my most valuable possession.”
“I want to hurt you,” she admits on a breath.
“I know but you won’t.”
I tap the couch, inviting her to come sit with me. I’d entertain the thought of her hurting me, not because I thought she couldn’t do it, she most definitely could, I have a bullet and stab wound still healing from her to prove that but because she won’t. She can’t. She’s as obsessed with me as I am with her. It’s unhealthy but then nothing in my life can be deemed healthy.
What’s another unhealthy habit to add to the mix?
“You’re so sure of that,” she comments but sits like a good girl, as far as possible away from me mind you, with her elegant legs tucked beneath her and her hands clasped in her lap. She takes a deep breath and then meets my eyes, holding her chin up defiantly. “This situation isn’t going to work for me.”
I laugh, “There’s a lot shit that isn’t working for me,” I shrug, “I’m learning to accept it.”
She rolls her eyes.
“Shit like that will have you over my knee.”