I slump against the wall, trying not to cry. I hate him so much because of what he does to her. I’m all she has, and I promised her that I’d take care of her. No matter what.
I sit with my McLaren Senna turned off, back in the dark corner parking lot of the cathedral, hidden under some trees. Haidyn and I took the Lord back to Carnage, strung him up, removed his brand, and threw him in a cage. Then without a word, Haidyn went to his room to be with his latest fuck, and I went to mine.
I’m fighting with my brothers. Haidyn has been MIA, apparently fucking his therapist. Then he pops up with her after someone breaks into the place he’s been staying at. I don’t think he plans on keeping her at Carnage. He’s going to go back into hiding.
I took a shower, put on clean clothes, and found myself driving back to the cathedral. Six years I’ve been looking for my girl, and she’s right here.
Has she been in front of me all this time? Something tells me no. There’s no way she would have been this close and I missed it.
I sit up when she exits the front double doors. She’s still dressed in her fishnet tights, pleated black miniskirt, and tank top. Her hair remains up in a messy bun. Fuck, she’s stunning. More so than I remember.
There’s only one other car—a blacked-out M4. I could put a tracker on it, but I’m more of a hands-on type of man. I want to see firsthand where she goes. What she does. Who she sees.
After popping her trunk, she tosses a black duffel bag into it, then falls into the driver’s seat. I stay parked until she pulls out onto the road, giving her a head start.
Eve knew it was me and pretended I hadn’t seen her naked. Like I didn’t get her off that night on theIsabella. Was it because she didn’t want Haidyn to know we have a past, or was it because she didn’t remember it? No. I refuse to believe she doesn’t remember me. She had been drinking, but she wasn’t drunk by any means.
It’s late, so there aren’t many cars on the winding two-lane road. I make sure to stay far back enough to go unseen while following her. My car isn’t the most inconspicuous.
Twenty minutes later, she pulls up to a gated community, and I pull over to the side with my lights off until she enters. After a second, I follow and make my way through the neighborhood.
My first thought is that it took too long for the gate to close behind her. Anyone could be waiting, watching, and slide right in.
The second is that the community seems nice, with a golf course and pool house. Houses sit on at least two-acre lots. People who live here aren’t up this late at night. They’re home by six, have dinner by eight, and are in bed by nine thirty.
I catch sight of the back of her car before the garage door shuts. Once again, I come to a stop and look over the house. It’s a large one-story with a fenced-in yard and four-car garage.
The thought of walking up to her door and knocking enters my mind, but I don’t. Instead, something across the street catches my attention, and I smile to myself.
Just another sign that it’s meant to be.
I’ve always prided myself on my patience. A Lord is nothing without it. It’s part of the reason they make us go three years without pussy. To push us. To see just how much restraint we have.
It’s to weed out the weak.
I’m a lot of things, but weak isn’t one of them.
My father would disagree, but he was wrong about a lot of things.
He was evil and determined to make me into another version of him. My main goal in life was not to let him succeed. But life had different plans for me. No matter how much you try to change, sometimes you’ve seen too much.
I look out the window wall. I’m going to have to invest in some thick drapes. Black this bitch out. My childhood home was in a neighborhood, and the neighbors were so fucking nosy. My father was rarely ever home, but when he was, I heard the rumors and watched them drive by slowly to see which whore he had at his house on the nights his car was in the driveway. The nights that he wasn’t home, they’d knock on the door to see if I was okay, knowing I was home alone. I got good at lying at such a young age.
“Thank you for being able to meet us on such short notice,” Amber says to the real estate agent.
“Of course.” He beams at her. “It just came on the market a few weeks ago. Lots of buzz on the street. This gated community has its own hundred-acre lake and private school. It’s so safe that most children walk. The Willington spans three thousand acres.”
“Honey, do you want to look around?” Amber asks me.
I turn and smile at her over my shoulder. “You go ahead.”
She slides her arm through the crook of the realtor’s and drags him out of the living room with a bounce in her step, leaving me alone.
The sight of the matte-black BMW M4 has me focusing my attention back out the windows. It turns into the driveway across the street, idling for a few minutes before the brake lights turn off and the driver’s side door opens. A blonde steps out, dressed in a pair of black high heels. They accentuate her long legs that are wrapped in black latex, sitting high on her thin waist and showcasing her plump ass. A black tube top is wrapped around her large breasts.
Her hair is up in a high ponytail, highlighting her tan shoulders and fragile neck, with a pair of designer shades covering her face. Her lips are the color of blood, and they make my cock hard. I can’t wait to have them wrapped around my dick until I pull out and come all over her face.
She’s got an iced coffee in one hand and her large YSL purse in the other. I check my watch to see it’s seven thirty in the morning. Pretty late—or early—to just be getting home. Which tells me she was out all night.
