Page 116 of Killer Confections
“You call me for anything, okay?” My husband stresses to me as Dom attempts to pull him past the threshold of our home.
“Baby,” I give him a patient look. “I’m fine. I promise. I’m shaken up, but I’m okay. I’ll call you if anything happens.”
He’s reluctant to leave me. We’ve been arguing all morning over him staying with me. It wasn’t until Dom stepped in and called two other assassins, Micah and Ross, towatch over me that Atlas finally relented.
“Aye, don’t worry, boss,” Micah smirks, his charming features twisting with amusement. “We’ll take care of her.” He’s older, around thirty, but quite the looker with his buzzed hair and perfect smile. The tattoos snaking around his neck give him an effortless bad-boy look mixed with a soldier as he stands in beige combat boots, green pants, and a white t-shirt. It isn’t until I see the dog tags around his neck that I realize hewasa soldier.
Atlas’s jaw ticks. “Protect her with your fucking life. And keep your hands to yourself or I’ll send them to your mother in a box.”
Micah laughs, throwing his head back, until he sees no mirth in Atlas’s features. He swallows. “Right…”
Atlas turns to the red-head beside him, giving Ross a pointed look. “You’re in charge. Keep this chuckle fuck in line.”
Ross is quiet, but in a predator stalking prey sort of way. He takes in his surroundings with narrowed eyes and caution. His bright red hair and beard are a stark contrast to his polar opposite behavior. Even his milky pale skin and bright blue eyes seem far more warm than he does.
The redhead nods.
Atlas gives me a deep kiss and I practically have to pry him off of me before he leaves with Dom.
When it’s just us, I bounce on my toes before giving them a radiant smile. “I hope you guys like puff pastries.”
Micah perks up. “Oh, like toaster strudels?”
My lips pull back in a wince. “Well, technically, yes, but I have freshly made…toaster strudels.”
“You and those fucking things.” Ross shakes his head as he moves past me and into the house.
Micah is intrigued as he takes the steps. “Do they have filling?”
I smile. “I have some leftover raspberry filling in the fridge, if you’re okay with that?”
He scoffs. “Does a bear shit in the woods?”
***
Micah and Ross have taken over the living room as I work on new designs for Sweet Haven’s logo on Atlas’s laptop. They’re watching some football game at full volume, shouting and cursing at the TV.
I roll my eyes as I get another check-in message from my husband. It’s been every hour on the hour since he left this morning.
My stalker <3: How’s my favorite girl? Micah being on his best behavior?
I smile absently at my phone as I type out a response.
Me: Only and favorite girl. Micah is fine. Loud, but fine.
My Stalker <3: Damn right. Tell him to shut the fuck up. It’s what everyone on the compound does. I miss you.
My chest warms.
Me: I miss you too. Hurry back so I can defile you.
My Stalker <3: Baby, I’m going to turn you the fuck out the moment I get back. I love you.
Heat curls in my belly, and I shift in my seat.
Me: Please and thank you. I love you too.
My Stalker <3: My good girl. I’ll see you soon.
