Page 65 of With This Kiss
Something shifted during our time at the cabin that had her running scared from me.
That was fine.
She was probably scared and confused. I could give her time. I was a patient man, after all. It helped that I had been able to track her through the app I installed on her phone. And for safe measure, I also placed a tracking chip in her shoes.
In all her shoes.
I looked down at all the messages I had sent her without getting any responses back.
I wasn’t usually like this.
I wasn’t like this at all, but Jamie just had this special ability to bring out all sorts of emotions from me.
She was at her father’s bar.
Drinking the night away?
I doubted anyone would touch her or harm her here, but hell if I wasn’t worried. And it wasn’t like the bar was closed off to outsiders. There could be other men who didn’t know who she was and might try to hurt her.
My mind seemed to be encased in a haze of red at the thought. I would fucking kill anyone who tried.
Or maybe, like an addict, I was going through withdrawal, and I just needed to see her.
I wasn’t asking for much. Just a simple glance would do until she realized she could belong to me.
That shedidbelong to me.
That she belonged to me and no one else, and that was all there was to it. I would make sure of it.
I didn’t even fucking care why she approached me in the first place, or what she was trying to get out of this.
Fuck it all.
I pulled the cap over my face and stood in the corner. From this point, I had a clear view of her. The light was dimmed, making it easier for me to hide in my corner, but she was like a beacon, calling to me. I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
She was sitting at the bar, nursing her drink. I guessed it might be a Long Island iced tea, based on the color. Her head was down as she looked at something on her phone. She didn’t interact with anyone.
And for the most part, no one interacted with her.
That was good.
As long as no one touched her, I would just stay here like this and watch her.
I had come to this bar for her.
I hadn’t intended to listen in on anything Caparelli’s men were saying, but it just so happened that two men were talking nearby about a scheme in play for the Caparelli to intercept the Bratva’s upcoming transport.
I straightened against the wall, keeping my eyes focused on Jamie while I continued to eavesdrop on the two loud bastards. Had it not benefited the Bratva, I might have been disgusted that Davide didn’t run a tighter ship with his men.
If I ever caught any of the Mahankov men talking like this in public, they wouldn’t live past the night.
I shook my head and pulled out my phone, texting Kingston all the details the fuckers were spilling.
They wanted to intercept us?
We’re about to make it into a fucking party. Admission fee?
A dozen of Caparelli’s men would do.
