Series: Unhealthy Obsessions Series by Sam Crescent
Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
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Callie stretched out her legs, the soft sheets felt like Heaven. She stayed like that for the longest time until reality struck her hard. She opened her eyes and bolted up into a sitting position. That hurt.
“Relax, baby. You’re safe.”
She looked around. It was their bedroom.
It felt like only seconds ago she was in that dark junkyard facing imminent death. It took her a while to get her bearings. Evander was sitting on a chair pulled up close to the bed. He was alive, and so was she.
“What happened?”
“Do you think I only carry one gun?” He smiled. “I couldn’t stand the things he was saying to you. I put one right between his eyes.”
That would have been extremely close to her head since Byron had been using her as a human shield. But she didn’t question him about it.
“How did I get here?”
He shrugged. “Full circle. Reminds me of our first encounter.”
She chuckled, but it hurt her ribs. He’d saved her, carried her here. It was hard to believe.
“You need to rest. The doctor said nothing’s broken but you’ll be sore for a while.”
The doctor? She couldn’t believe how deeply she’d been out. There was nothing she could remember before blacking out in that junkyard.
“Are you sure he’s dead?” she whispered.
“Very sure. You have nothing to worry about ever again.”
“Until the next time,” she said.
“There won’t be a next time. Your mother blackmailed Byron many years ago. She got some incriminating files of his and tried to use them against him. It cost her life. She hid the flash drive in her jewelry box.”
“My jewelry box?”
He nodded. “He thought I was with you because of what you had.”
“Is it true?” she asked. Fear of rejection flooded her system.
“Are you kidding me? I just found that flash drive when I was trying to find you. Until he showed up, I knew nothing about it. In fact, I thought he was after me for something.”
He stood up, walking in half circles while rubbing behind his neck.
“You’re right, though,” he said. “This isn’t the life I want for you. Not by a longshot. I can’t protect you all the time. I was an idiot to think I could. You’d be better off with a civilian, someone safe, predictable, and not fucked-up in the head.”
A tinge of fear burned her veins. He sounded so decided, final, and it terrified her.
“No, I don’t want anyone else.”
“If we’re going to have a future together, you can’t ever doubt my love, Callie West. Do you understand that?”
“Evander, from the first day we met, you’ve been my savior, and you still are. I know what I’m getting into, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Don’t even think about pushing me away. Not now. Not ever.”
The room was too quiet. Too still.
He exhaled, then came back to the chair, slowly sitting down. The leather creaked slightly. Evander reached for her hand and kissed the back of it.
“I don’t deserve you.”
She smiled, taking in every detail of his face. There was nowhere else she wanted to be. Then she remembered Guy’s Titties.
“What about everyone at the club?”
“All fine,” he answered quickly as if reading her mind before she even asked.
“What about the police? Are you going to get into trouble?”
He smirked. “You’re cute. Get some rest. I’m making soup.” Evander got up and left the room.
****
Two Weeks Later
“You’re home early,” she said.
Evander’s contract had been much easier than expected. He’d gotten the target in his sites from the high-rise across from the office building within minutes. It was clean and precise. The first thing that entered his thoughts as he packed up his rifle, was Callie waiting for him at home. It was nice to actually have something worth going home to. Before she’d come into his world, life had been sterile and empty. Now he looked forward to each day.
“And I brought you something.” He’d had his hand behind his back since walking through the door.
“What is it?” She ran her hands up his chest with the excitement of a child.
“Just a little something.”
“I don’t care what it is.”
He revealed the wildflowers he’d picked for her. It was absolutely crazy for a man like him to see flowers along the side of the roadway and think about how Callie would love them. Evander was out picking them like some fucking asshole after finishing his contract, but he didn’t care. Her happiness was everything to him.
“Do you like them or would you prefer roses?”
“Oh, no, these are perfect. I love them so much. Thank you.” She reached up on her toes to kiss his cheek.
Being pent-up for weeks while she recuperated meant that single kiss made his dick hard as lead. And she smelled so fucking good, like vanilla and her fancy shampoo. As she examined her flowers, he snatched them away from her, making her gasp lightly.