“So, you are going to let him go play again?” he asked lightly.
“I don’t have any control over what he does,” Leda responded, chewing on her fingernail nervously.
Emil snorted, glancing at me. “She doesn’t know, does she?”
“Know what?” Leda asked.
“Emil,” I growled, sliding the chamber closed.
My second chuckled. “You control everything about him now. Look at him. You might as well have put a leash on his dick.”
Fuck. I mean, it wasn’t hard for anyone to see that I would do anything for her, but she would never ask me to quit doing what I enjoyed.
“It’s a compromise,” Leda explained as I slung the rifle over my shoulder. “I just want him to stay safe.”
A thread of warmth shot through me. No one had ever cared about me the way Leda did, and it made me want to come home to her every single time. No longer was I willing to take a risk at not being able to do so. I wanted to be there when my son or daughter was born, and the only way to ensure that happened was to keep myself out of the line of fire.
Glancing at her, I still saw the worry in her eyes. “I will be back. Stay inside, and don’t give the guards hell, all right?”
“I love you,” she blurted out as Emil started toward the door.
I gave her a searing look that showed her what I hadn’t said before exiting the warehouse, climbing into the waiting SUV with Emil.