Page 99 of Savage Obsession
“Do you hate me?” I can barely get out the words, but I have to know.
Shaking his head, he pulls me against him, squeezing me so tight that it’s hard to breathe, but I don’t care.
You,” he steps back and cups my face, his thumbs brushing my tears away, “have become my reason for breathing. I love you with every broken piece of my heart. One day, you’re going to be my wife and the mother of my children. I want to be worthy of that, though. So, no, baby girl, I don’t hate you. I love you, and I’ll always love you. Even in the afterlife.”
He studies me, his expression so sad. “I need you to do something for me while I’m gone.”
Without even thinking, I nod. Whatever he wants, I’ll do.
“I won’t be able to focus on getting better if I’m worried about you, so I need you to listen to Roman and let him drive you wherever you need to go.”
“Okay.” I sniffle and wipe my eyes, trying to get it together, but it’s not working.
“Everything you said earlier. The home, the babies, the life. I want that, too. With you.”
With my arms wrapped around him, I cry against his chest for several minutes. This is probably going to be one of the mostpainful things I’ll ever have to go through, but I also know it’s necessary for Xander so he can heal from the horrific shit he went through with that bitch.
“I love you so much,” I whisper.
“I love you, too, sunshine. I’ll see you soon.”
DayOne
This is the worst kind of pain I’ve ever felt. I cried all night and didn’t sleep a wink. Cash stopped by the bar to check on things in Xander’s absence, and he looked at me like he’d seen a ghost. Which is probably because, with the dark circles under my eyes and how pale I am today, he thinks I am one. I’m too exhausted to care, though.
Day Two
Today is even worse than yesterday. I have no idea where Xander is or what kind of treatment he’s going through, but I worry about him. What if he’s not okay right now? What if he’s upset? It kills me to think about him going through this alone.
I told Kian that today when he came by the bar. He told me that Xander isn’t alone, which he knows. I just hope he knows I’m behind him, supporting him from here. I just miss him so goddamn much.
DayFive
“Quinn.”
I flick my gaze from the metal shaker cup and slowly blink. “Hi,” I say breathlessly as I attempt to smile at Jordyn and Cash.
The two of them look at each other, then back at me.
“You might be pissed at me for this, but you’re off shift for the rest of the night and tomorrow. You’ll still be paid, but you need to take a couple of days off,” Cash tells me in a tone that I’m pretty sure I shouldn’t argue with.
“No,” I answer, shaking my head as I go back to what I was doing. “I’m fine, you guys.”
One or more of them have shown up at whatever bar I’ve been working at each day since Xander’s been gone. They say they’re just checking on business or stopping by to say hi, but it’s more than that. They’re checking on me. For Xander. Because they care about him, and they want to make sure he knows I’m okay.
They’re both quiet for a moment before Jordyn speaks.
“Quinn, honey,” she says softly. “You’re exhausted. Have you slept since he left?”
Not a wink.
I raise my eyes to meet hers, and she knows the answer to that. The Savage men have danced around me on eggshells with questions when they stop by, but Jordyn has not only been checking on me in person, but she’s been texting me, too. She knows I haven’t slept.
“We care about you, and we don’t want you to collapse or get sick. Come home with us. You can nap there and then see how you feel.” She motions for me to come with them.
They care about me?
“Quinn, go get your fucking purse and let’s go, or so help me, I will carry you out of here myself and then tell on you to Xander for being a brat.” Cash raises his eyebrows at me like he’s waiting for me to just try him. I’m both shocked and a little pissed that he would tell on me. What a dick.
