Page 65 of The Bloke

“I can handle it, Colby. You don’t need to worry about me.” I pulled him against me, burying my face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his intoxicating scent.

“Sienna…” He sighed, and I could feel the weight on his shoulders as they tensed. “It’s not that simple, you don’t underst—”

“Understand what? How dangerous this will be?” I interrupted him, pulling myself back. “I am well aware of how dangerous all of this is. You can’t tell me there is any test they could give me that wouldn’t be considered dangerous.” I stared at him incredulously.

While his intentions were good, he made me feel like he didn’t believe I could do it. Colby roughly cupped my cheeks, our noses just barely touching as he glared at me, demanding my full attention.

“You don’t understand what you mean to me.” He breathed, his voice shaking. “You don’t understand what I would do if anything happened to you.”

I had a pretty good idea, and it all started with a book of matches and a can of kerosene.

I gripped his hands, slowly pulling them away from my face and placing them over my heart.

“You feel that, right?” I asked, looking from his hands on my chest to his face. “As long as that keeps beating, you don’t need to worry about me.”

“Never in my life did I think I would have something to lose.” He confessed. “I knew there was something about you when you caught my attention that first night in the showroom. I just didn’t anticipate that magnetic pull I felt for you to turn into something so consuming. You have no idea what kind of power you hold over me and what I’d do to give you everything you everwanted.” His face brushed up against mine as he spoke into my ear, the stubble on his cheek tickling my sensitive skin.

This man fell for me—hard, and I fell for him just the same.

I let go of everything and crashed into the unknown, all for him.

My husband pulled away, and I captured his mouth with mine, moaning into the deep kiss as my arms wrapped around his head.

His hands gripped my ass, pulling my hips towards his, and I smiled against his mouth.

I found my happy ending and will do whatever it takes to keep it.

Chapter 29

Colby

I couldn’t sleep, soinstead, I spent most of the early morning hours pacing between the kitchen and living room. I wasn’t ready for my wife to take her test, one which could go sideways within the blink of an eye, but I was grateful that I could assist her with it, a rule designed to show that a couple could work together if ever requested.

Occasionally, certain tasks can only be completed by married couples, so Dustin wants to ensure they can work together rather than independently.

Sienna would never be assigned a task to work alone.

As long as she made the kill, I could handle the target for her. Lure him into a secluded area where she would be waiting and hold him down while she took him out—a plan that sounded easy enough, but would it be?

Fuck… I roughly ran my hands through my hair and tugged as I drowned in my thoughts of how the fuck we would do this with no chance of harm coming to her.

I would protect my wife at all costs, but if she could not complete her task… I didn’t even want to think about what I would be required to do if she failed. I wouldn’t do it, no way in fucking hell. I’d slit my own goddamn throat before I even considered harming my wife.

“Colby.” I heard Sienna’s sleepy voice from over my shoulder, and I turned to see her standing in the hallway, her shoulder propped up against the wall with her arms crossed over her chest, wearing nothing but my black tank top that she loved so much. “What are you doing out here? It’s not even six.” She paused, taking in my disheveled appearance. “Have you slept at all?”Yes… No...

No, I haven’t slept because the thought of her dead had me fucking reeling and unable to do anything but pace back and forth in this fucking kitchen.

At my silence, she pushed off the wall and walked towards me, her arms still crossed and her brows creased.

“You should go back to bed; you’ve got work in a few hours,” I uttered as she approached, not wanting her to see just how fucking distraught I was over the entire situation.

“So do you. Come back to bed with me.” I shook my head as she reached out and touched my forearm.

My eyes dropped to her chest when I saw the necklace I had bought her for the Gala. She hadn’t removed it once since that night, and I loved seeing it around her neck—seeing her carry my heart out in the open right next to hers.

“I don’t have work until after your test.” I released a long sigh. I knew this would hit me hard, so when I received the information from Dustin directly, I informed Nick and Jaxonthat I would be taking time off from the show and my duties between now and then.

“All the more reason to return to bed with me and relax then.” She looked up at me, her eyes soft and pleading. “Don’t make this more stressful than it has to be; we can do this—I can do this. Trust me, love.” She reassured me, gripping my forearm and tugging me back down the hall.

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