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“Ah,” she says as she slumps on the nearest chair. When she looks up, she’s searching my face. “Was it bad?”

“You just set my whole body on fire. What do you think?”

As if on instinct, she lowers her gaze to my crotch, which is now starting to stiffen again, especially with her face on the same level as my member’s. One foot away. That’s the distance from her mouth to my cock. One step and…

Her phone buzzes again and she groans before she stands up. “I have to get home. I wouldn’t ask you to drive me, but…”

I grab her jaw gently and pull her to me. “I should always be the first on your mind when you need something. You don’t ask anyone else. It should be me. Only me.”

She beams at me and that tells me everything I need to know.

I already marked her lips. The rest of her body will follow.

Emily belongs to me, and I will do everything I can to take care of her, make her happy, and keep her safe. Anyone—and I mean anyone—who tries to cross me and either hurts or disrespects her will pay. My conscience is nowhere to be found when it comes to her happiness and safety. Fuck everyone else.

* * *

We mergeonto the open road, the urban skyline gradually fading from view and replaced by rolling hills and expansive landscapes. The headlights pierce the darkness, familiar city lights giving way to dimly lit streets.

Emily and I drive in companionable silence. I appreciate how she’s not like those people who find the constant need to fill the silence with nonsense. She doesn’t. She’s just resting her head against the window, looking outside.

We pass by her old workplace, which is almost empty, and the town square with a small park, benches also empty.

I follow the GPS directions, and my eyebrows pull together when I realize we’re heading somewhere far from safe and decent. Some broken street lights, some flickering. Buildings look either in bad need of repair or dilapidated altogether. Stores with barred windows. Graffiti on the walls.

This is where she lives?

I turn the corner and find myself entering a neighborhood that stinks of desolation and decay. Distant shouts. Men sitting on the pavement, smoking and eyes darting furtively. Neighbors peering through tattered curtains.

My grip tightens on the steering wheel, senses on high alert. There’s no way I’m leaving her here tonight. She’s gonna pack up her bags and take her family to a hotel.

“Here,” Emily points to a small house with paint faded and peeling.

The front yard is overgrown with weeds. Broken windows and sagging porch.

My assistant, Reynolds, will need to find a house for them in the city. There’s no way in hell I’m letting her stay here. Not tonight. Not ever.

“Don’t open the door. I’ll do it for you,” I tell her as I get out to walk to her side. I catch sight of a fleeting shadow in the corner of my eye, and my body becomes primed for a fight. I turn my head, trying to catch another glimpse, but the shadow has vanished, leaving nothing but an eerie stillness.

What the fuck was that?

Doubt gnaws at the edges of my mind, a sense of danger lingering, refusing to be dismissed. But I shake it off. If someone does attack us from out of nowhere, I’m confident I can handle him or them. I don’t even need a gun to do so.

I open Emily’s door and stop. She’s gripping the seatbelt so hard her knuckles are white. Her face is drained of color, lips trembling and tears welling in her eyes. She’s holding her breath, and when I touch her lightly, she jumps in her seat as if she’s not aware I’m beside her.

My veins freeze and it feels like someone just speared a knife into my chest and twisted it hard.

“Baby girl, what is it? Tell me.”

4

EMILY

He’s here. Oh my God. Janus is here. He found us.

I should’ve known it wouldn’t last. We’ve been so comfortable for the past year I became a little lax. I wasn’t as careful as I used to be. This is my fault, all my fault. Now he’s here and we’re back to square one. I just landed a job and I have to pack up and leave tonight. Yes, tonight. We can’t wait anymore. He knows where we are.

“Emily? What’s going on?”

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