Page 103 of Law Of Love

Her eyes fluttered closed, and she tilted her head back, a gasp leaving her lips when she realised how close my own were to her skin.

“You were mine the second I laid eyes on you after you opened my front door for me, thinking I was a pizza delivery guy. You were mine after we first kissed at the shooting range. When I first buried my fingers inside of you and made you come for me, and when you became the first woman other than family that I’ve ever loved.”

Her eyes snapped open.

“And if you ever forget that, I’ll be right here to remind you—in whatever way you desire. But only when I know you're well and truly ready."

Work had been a killer. Madison was gaining more popularity due to her recent shows, and the paparazzi weren’t easing up. I had no problem threatening them, though. All I had to do was flash them my gun, and they took the hint and backed off.

I’d been thinking about Freya all day—my mind filled with memories of last night. My arms wrapped around her as she slept in my bed after a night in with Brent and Kaylee. I'd given them strict orders not to mention anything about the incident unless Freya did first, and although she looked a little nervous around Brent, she enjoyed the evening.

My hands tightened against my steering wheel. I was struggling to let go of my desire for revenge on the people who had actively harmed Freya. Will’s crime ring was large, and I was aware there was no way we’d caught everyone who had some kind of involvement. All of Will’s finances had been frozen and seized, though, and without his money, his crime ring had nothing.

My eyes narrowed as I gazed down the long, windy road that led to his shooting range, and in a split-second decision, I turned the wheel. The barren and dreary building came into view, a few more windows having been smashed since it’d been abandoned. There were more than likely a few squatters in there.

Lifting weights had become my vice—besides Freya—since a shooting range wasn’t so accessible, and although the searing pain that accumulated in my muscles felt good when I pushed my body to its limit, it wasn’t quite the same as the sensation of a handgun kicking back in your palm after firing it.

I made my way into the building, ignoring the permanently closed - do not enter sign. Shoving the heavy glass door open, I waltzed down the corridor and into the main area. Everything looked the same. The floor was still sticky from spilt beer. Bullets coated the floor. And dust was collecting on top of the tables and chairs.

Nearing a target, I began firing, relishing in the sensation of having a deadly weapon at my fingertips. Bodyguarding involved little gun work. I had it as a precaution, but so far, I hadn’t had to use it—which was a damn shame.

I smirked, satisfied when all four of my bullets hit the centre of the target, but when I heard a voice from behind me, I turned with my gun drawn.

“Excuse me, you need to leave the premises.”

My eyes widened.

Frederick.

“Kaleb?” he questioned, appearing shocked, but he quickly wiped the disturbance from his face.

I lowered my gun. “What are you doing here?”

“The building is due for demolition in a few days, and I was sent down to scope it out beforehand. I’m just here to take final photographs before getting a crew in to clear everything out in preparation for the building going down.”

Everything had been seized from the property—including weapons, drugs and files, but since everything was in Will’s name, there weren’t many people we could legally lead things back to. They’d also found Mark Henderson’s personal cell phone, and it dawned on me that it’d probably been Will who’d answered Freya’s call, where she heard nothing but breathing.

“You shouldn’t be in here, you know,” Frederick reminded me, and I chuckled.

“There wasn’t a no trespassing sign. Legally, you can’t do anything.”

That caused him to smile. “I’m going to get to work.”

I followed him, narrowing my eyes at his attire. He wasn’t in his work uniform. Instead, he was dressed in all black—including gloves and a beanie. Not a good look for an older fellow.

I gazed around the place in boredom as Frederick snapped a few photographs, humming to himself as he manoeuvred through the dirty building. He spluttered, wiping at his nose. “God, Will didn’t keep up to date with his cleaning, did he? I’ve never seen a place so unkept. I’m hoping this is my first and last time visiting. It’s fucking up my lungs.”

I cleared my throat, studying Frederick as he moved over to a door—a barely noticeable supply closet in the corner. It blended into the wall easily, and even I’d missed it until Frederick brought my attention to it.

There was a pin-pad to the left, and he nonchalantly entered the code and flung the door open, sighing as he snapped more photos of the space filled with unused cleaning supplies.

I froze. “How did you know the code?”

“What do you mean?”

“The code.” I nodded towards the pin-pad. “You knew it—off by heart.”

Frederick turned to me agitatedly, the creasing between his eyebrows deepening as he ground his teeth together.

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