I narrowed my eyes. “If my running just makes you chase me, why not just tell me your secrets. If I leave, you’ll find me, right?”
“Always.”
“Then tell me!” I shouted, and he didn’t even flinch.
“Fine. You want to see who I really am?”
“Yes. God, yes.”
He nodded. “Tomorrow night, I’ll show you.” He stalked closer and hovered above me. “But understand this, Wynn. Once you know, you can never leave. Be sure this is what you want. After you see who I am, I won’t entertain your threats of leaving anymore.” He pointed to the pillow. “I’m taking a shower; don’t leave this room.”
He slammed the bathroom door, and a tendril of fear climbed up my spine.
What the fuck did I get myself into?
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Julian
Originally,I’d planned to grab Corey once he was released on bail, and that was what I was still going to do, but for Wynn to see the deepest darkest part of me I had to show him with someone he might not feel bad for.
I’d told Wynn to spend the day with his friends and that I’d see him later that night, that I needed to get some things together. He’d appeared to be nervous and that was probably a good emotion to have. I didn’t doubt that by the time tonight was done, Wynn would want to be away from me…but I wouldn’t let that happen.
First, I made a stop at a rundown bar in the seedy part of Thrindell. It was a usual stomping ground for me whenever I was in need to scratch my itch. There was a man named Bear who frequented it. He was there in the morning and always left before nightfall. He was a big guy and not kind. In disguise, I’d asked some people about him after he’d lost a game of pool and gotten rowdy.
“That’s Bear.” The bartender rolled her eyes. “I’d steer clear of him; he’s not good company…more so if you’re a woman.”
Ahh, so he was one of those guys. I discreetly took a photo of him and put it through some software Edward had given me. Using facial recognition I could pull up his name, age, and if he had any run-ins with the law. It helped if I was searching for a victim but none stood out.
Sure enough he’d been arrested for sexual assault several times, but apparently the women either had never testified against him, or they’d disappeared. He’d do nicely.
I paid for my beer and slipped out. I’d need a double dose of sedatives for him. Especially since I had to make one other stop before I brought him back to my place.
He stumbled out fifteen minutes later, thankfully, and over to his truck. He dropped his keys twice, and it was clear he shouldn’t be driving. I came up behind him (he was too out of it to hear me) and jammed two syringes into his neck at the same time. He jolted forward, and I ducked as he spun with intent to punch whoever was attacking him.
Between the drugs and the alcohol, he was out in a number of seconds. I looked around, and the lot was empty. He was fucking heavy, but I managed to drag him to my car and, with a lot of sweat and muscle, tossed him into the trunk.
One more stop to make.
“Where are we going?”Wynn asked that evening as I told him to follow me.
“To the basement.”
His steps faltered, but I caught him and prevented him from going face first into the door. “Basement?”
“Did you or did you not say you wanted to know all of me?” I spun and faced him. “Is this not what you now want?”
“I do, just…” He eyed the door that led to the basement. There was a small box I had to open with a key, then put in the code, then my thumbprint.
“Speak now, or forever hold your peace.” I smirked. This was all about marriage and forever, and I found humor in that. Wynn’s glare said he did not.
“What’s down there, Julian?”
I didn’t want Wynn to fear me, but he did and in a few short hours, he’d be petrified. I could only hope that at some point, he’d accept me and maybe even love every part of who I was.
“The answers to your questions.”
“Why are you being so vague?”
