Page 72 of The Dark Obsession

When we at last step outside, I make sure that she sees me tucking a gun into the waistband of my pants, an added incentive not to run.

Not that I’d let her.

Placing my palm on the small of Malory’s back, I lead her to the waiting truck before opening the passenger door.

A delicate shiver going through her petite body as I hoist her up by the waist and buckle her in, relishing in the way her breath hitches every time my touch lingers longer than necessary.

Satisfied with my work, I round the car to stuff my tall frame into the driver’s seat.

Despite it being the biggest model money can buy on this whole fucking continent, my knees keep continuously bumping against the steering wheel.

Apparently, there are downsides to being a massive fucker that don’t just involve having a bigger target on my back and a cock that could split my little girl in half.

The engine roars to life as I floor it down the dirt road, leaving the cabin behind.

And for the first time I’m not alone.

I keep sneaking glances at Malory who’s eagerly watching the landscape pass by, her whole face lighting up with wonder.

Being the selfish bastard that I am, I can’t resist resting my hand onto her knee, drawing her attention back to myself.

It works immediately because I feel her muscles tense in surprise before she relaxes, unconsciously leaning closer, seeking my touch.

“What changed your mind, Tyson?” She asks hesitantly, probably thinking that I’ll come to my senses and turn the car around at any moment.

“You aren’t a prisoner, even if it doesn’t seem that way right now.” I sigh, tightening my hold on her. “I want to take you everywhere your heart desires, Malory. But with your father’s men still out there looking for you, it’ll have to wait.”

Besides watching my baby girl sleep, my nights have been filled with keeping tabs on John, having every man he hired to find his beloved daughter gradually eliminated.

I didn’t bother leaving a message when I took her, her drugged mother and missing belongings serving as enough evidence that his little princess has been taken from him by force.

It’s the uncertainty whether she suffers, whether she lives or dies that’s meant to drive him off the edge.

A man like John Hayes doesn’t deserve physical punishment, that’s an easy way out. However emotional torture is another thing entirely.

“I will slaughter everyone last person who tries taking you away from me. Though I’d rather not have you witness it.” I vow through gritted teeth.

“I’ll do anything to keep you by my side, little one. And if that means laying low for a while for your own safety, then so be it.”

Sliding my palm up her thigh, my pinky grazes the hem of her shorts. Malory doing her best to keep her focus on the road ahead, and yet I don’t miss her subtly opening her legs for me.

Fuck me.

I can’t just pull over in the middle of the day and give both of us what we crave without risking exposure.

While I fight to keep my dick somewhat under control, the traffic around us grows denser, setting me on edge.

We keep to the outskirts of San Francisco instead of going into the midst of the city where the chances of someone spotting us are exponentially higher.

My intel confirmed that John hasn’t contacted the chief of the SFPD to file a missing person report.

There’s nothing that would kill his career and reputation faster than a scandal, so out of desperation he decided to take things into his own hands and seek help elsewhere.

With the fucking Russians.

Sooner or later, this involvement with the Bratva will get him killed. No hardened mobster would be dumb enough to do business with the likes of him and the old Pakhan is no fool.

With them doing my dirty work, all that remains is for me to lean back and have some patience.

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