Page 81 of Make Me A Sinner
I last maybe another hour with Whiro, but my own thoughts are eating me alive. I can’t just sit still. I can’t do this.
I’m not trying to lose it. I’m just not built for this shit. Screw what she thinks, I’m going after her. “I have to go.”
Whiro starts laughing, “I gave you ten more minutes, tops.”
I shoot him a death glare, but he’s right. I can’t control my instincts. Not yet. Maybe not ever.
“Hey can I hook up with the chick who’s been scanning you?” he asks, knowing damn well, I couldn’t care less. He’s just doing it to remind me that he’s a free man.
Well, I don’t want to be a free man. And I don’t want to do what I’m about to, but I can’t stop myself either.
I drive straight to The Inferna and park my car at the end of an alley, right next to the club. It's a little farther out, but still close enough. I don’t want her to see it if she’s going out for some air or something.
I then make my way to the club and straight to my office, going right to the cameras. I’ve got cameras everywhere, but the place is so crowded that I can’t get a clear view of her VIP table. I catch glimpses of her dancing from time to time, but people keep blocking the view, so I don’t have total control over it.
And I don’t donot having total control.So I risk it and head downstairs into the club, while still keeping a fair distance from her. I don’t want her thinking I’m stalking her, though that’s exactly what I’m doing. But I only do it for her own safety.
I take a table in a corner, out of the spotlights, but close enough to keep her in sight. She’s dancing, those sexy hips swinging with such a divine rythm that I swear every man in this club wants to fuck her. A wave of heat descends on me, and I barely fight my instinct to get up from the table. But for her sake, I stay put. I watch her for over an hour—along with the two dirtbags eyeing her and Monica like vultures. I’ll remove their spines through their throats if either one lays a hand on Serena.
My hands clench on the table, and I’m seconds away from getting up when I see her talking to one of them. Monica’s already extra-friendly with the other, but the guy heading toward Serena turns around and walks away even before he gets a chance to come near her. Judging by her face, she shut him down fast. Good girl.
Tragedy averted.
I force myself to stay put, especially when she drops onto her VIP couch like she needs a break.
I’m almost relieved, and with the crowd thinning out, I decide to go back to my office and watch her on camera. I should have a clear shot now, without risking her knowing I’m here.
I get up from the table, but I only make it a few steps before the guy posted for security spots me—then the waiters start fussing, rushing over like I just walked in with a crown.
The last thing I want now is attention.
I wave them off, but when I turn to check on Serena again, her eyes are pointed at me.
Fuck!
She looks like a damn lioness right now, and as much as I like to tame her, I know I’m in deep fucking trouble.
I’m never hearing the end of this.
Still, her next move surprises me. Instead of coming over, she shoots me the sharpest look she owns, then heads straight to one of the exits. And I’ve got no other choice than to follow, cursing the whole damn way.
I spot her in the alley, a few feet from the door, standing near some other couples, probably out for air—or making out. She looks like the female version of the Terminator, arms crossed and a look on her face telling me I’m not getting laid for at least a week.
Yeah, keep on dreaming, Serena.
I stop in front of her, but she doesn’t say a word, just waits for me to blurt out some explanation—which I don’t. Don’t want to explain myself to anyone, mostly because I have no idea what to say.
Since she realizes she’s getting nothing out of me, her voice cuts through the air. “What are you doing here?”
“Just in the neighbourhood,” I say with a smile, trying to lighten the mood. I’ve been around Whiro for too long, it seems.
“I’m not in the mood for jokes. We had an agreement.” There she goes with that death stare again, and I’m thinkingdiamondsto solve this.
“Well, our agreement is for me to keep you safe. And I can’t fucking do that from across the city.”
“You can’t control every aspect of my life.”
“The hell I can’t. I’d control the whole fucking world from the worms in the dirt to the sun in the sky if that’s what it takes to keep you safe.” My gaze peers through her as I end my statement. Nothing will ever keep me from being her protector. Her included.
