Page 50 of Vow of Obsession

“Shut the fuck up,” I bark at my brother.

"Is that true?" Tova's lips pull up on one side.

"You're mine, and you're not going anywhere." That's as much as I'm going to say. My wife and I are in a good place. I don't need anyone fucking that up.

"As long as she wants to be there, I can't make her leave. That said, if I were you, I'd mind my p's and q's because if she does want to run, I will help her. So it would behoove you to be a very good boy."

"Good boy!" Z bursts into laughter. Tova covers her mouth with her hand, trying to hide her giggles as well.

I'm not sure what to make of this. Her friend is loyal, which is a good thing, but could she help my wife leave me? I'm not so sure about that.

"I'm not going anywhere." Tova rubs circles with her hand on my chest, trying to soothe me. It might be working.

Chapter Twenty-Three

TOVA

Ican’t keep the smile off my face knowing Marks proved to them that she wasn’t some plant and is really my friend. Warren might not be super happy about all of this, but I am, knowing I get to keep Marks. He, Z, and she went around and around about the logistics and computer stuff and other things I don’t fully understand. All I know is the end result is that my phone is now deemed safe to speak with Marks.

"It's female intuition," I tell my husband. "I knew Marks was really my friend, just like I knew you were always stealing glances at me." I thought I made that up in my mind, but nope. "You were more than stealing glances, you little stalker."

"Little stalker?"

"Okay." I wave my hands around him. "Big stalker." Warren isn't fully convinced, but I think he gave in for me. I could also tell from Z's reactions to everything that he was shocked with what Warren was letting me get away with, or I suppose talking him into.

I lift up on my tiptoes. Warren shakes his head but smiles as he leans down to kiss me. "And you're not a douche canoe or dickhead."

"What about dipshit?"

I snort a laugh. "Are you making a joke again, Warren?"

"Not sure what I'm fucking doing anymore." He runs a hand down his face. I’m sure the last few days have been a lot for him. He’s used to being in control, barking orders and having everyone follow them. And then there’s me.

"What you're doing is making your wife very happy." I play with the buttons on his shirt.

"You're not crying."

"I am not crying," I agree.

"What am I going to do with you, little mouse?" I press myself against him.

"Lots of dirty things, I hope." I smirk. "You know, I hear if you don't consummate your marriage, you're not really married."

"Little mouse," Warren warns, wrapping an arm around me. He lifts me off my feet.

"Sir." Someone clears their throat. I peek over Warren's shoulder to see one of his men behind him. Warren puts me back on my feet before turning to face the man, completely blocking my view. “There is an issue and a call.”

“Wait outside my office,” he tells him. I hear the man’s steps retreat before Warren turns back to face me.

“You could have introduced me.”

“Did you want me to?”

I shrug. “You don’t think I should know some of the people who are always coming and going from here? At least the ones I see on the regular?” Warren is quiet, and I know he’s contemplating this. I bet he's going over all kinds of different things in that head of his. “So that I’m comfortable with them. Maybe even know their names in case I ever need something.”

“I see your point, little mouse.”

“Good, now go and do whatever it is you do. Murder and mayhem.”

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