Page 89 of His Coveted Obsession

“Are you sure you want to bring them here?” Sully asked weakly, clearly more injured than he let on.

“He’s mine,” he replied, as if that was the only answer needed.

“What about the girl?”

“She’s also mine because she belongs to Thomas.”

What were they talking about? My mind was all over the place, making it hard to focus. I was clearly missing something important.

Sully looked back at me, frowning and looking more pale than he had earlier. I withered from his stare, holding Annie’s hand. She’d fallen asleep not long ago.

“He’s skittish. He won’t understand.”

“He will,” Easton snapped. “Thomas understands me. Besides, Luca understood. Dalton understood.”

“Luca sees us as saviors after what he’d been through. Dalton had already been exposed to this world. Your Thomas here is pure innocence.”

“Stop talking about me like I’m not here!” I snapped, my eyes watering, the noise stirring Annie awake.

Sully’s frown turned into a broad smile, which scared me more. I shuddered inwardly, knowing what he was capable of.

Easton sighed and looked back at me in the rearview mirror, showing nothing on his face. “He understands me,” he said again.

What did they mean?

Sully scoffed and got out of the car. “If you say so.”

Easton also got out of the vehicle and opened my door, holding out his hand. I took it, and for a moment there, I thought I saw relief on his face. Then again, I was so hungry and freaked out, I could’ve imagined it.

Annie rubbed her eyes and yawned. “Where are we?”

“We’re at The District,” Easton said.

“What’s that?”

“It’s where I work.”

“Okay. We’re not… going back home, are we? I don’t want to see Dad. I hate him.”

Easton’s hand tightened around mine as I got out. “You’re never going back.”

“Good,” she said, but I didn’t agree with her.

I was angry with my father, furious even, but he needed help. Serious help. I knew deep down if we abandoned him, he’d die. He also still loved us. That love just wasn’t strong enough to fight the addiction. I needed to find a way to bring him back to us. Would our relationship ever be the same? No, but I didn’t want him to die, either.

Easton, who still held my hand, led us to an elevator, which brought us up to the ground floor of his office, or whatever this place was.

I suddenly felt naked. All I had on was Easton’s sweater and my underwear. Annie was in the same boat.

As if reading my mind, Easton said, “We have clothes for you both, along with some food and medical treatment.”

The first floor was traditional, with old wood and leather. There were bookcases filled to the brim with books flanking either side of a pathway. While beautiful, it looked out of place as a travel insurance company.

Don’t be stupid, Thomas. You know damn well Easton doesn’t sell travel insurance to the government.

He’s a killer, the thought niggled at me.

I wasn’t sure how that made me feel. Killing someone had been more traumatic than seeing death. I knew deep down that ifEaston hadn’t been what he was, he never would’ve found Annie and me and saved us. We were alive because of him.

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