She gets to her feet, pulling on the last of her discarded clothes. “Be careful on that thing.”
“I’m always careful.” Reaching into the bedside locker, I grab my Glock and slide it into the holster inside the suit, then zip it up.
“That doesn’t fill me with confidence.”
“That,” I grab her hips firmly, “is an insurance policy.”
She cocks a challenging eyebrow. “Have you used it?”
“Not recently,” I reply with a smirk. “I’ve not killed anyone with it, if that’s what you’re asking.”
That would have been my old Glock before I upgraded to this one. See, I don’t lie, or at least try not to. I’ve had to tell some porkies about the night I found her and brought her home, but that’s as much for her own protection as mine. If Walsh finds out she or Ciara was with those lads before I killed them, he’ll come after them too. I can’t risk that happening. Innocent bystanders or not, he won’t give a shit.
He’s going to eventually come for me. Proof or not. It’s what he does.
He sends a few lackeys my way, and I send back an ear or a finger as a token of my gratitude for their visit. I’m not worried about Walsh as long as his eyes are on me. If he even attempts to target my bug, I swear on all that is holy, I will eviscerate him.
“See you tonight, bug.” Claiming her already swollen lips, I’m determined to keep the taste of her on my tongue until I get my fix. Her tongue dances with mine, and it takes every ounce of self-control to resist taking her right now. “Don’t miss me too much,” I smirk as I reluctantly pull away.
“I’ll walk you down.”
“I’ll take you with me.” I turn at the top of the stairs, ready to toss her over my shoulder and carry her out of the house.
“No, you won’t!” She lightly shoves my shoulder before slamming her hands on her hips and waiting for me to descend the stairs by myself. “You have to go to work.”
“It’s not like they’re going to sack me; I own the place.” I spin again, making a grab for her and getting pummelled by her tiny fists.
She giggles, squeals, and slips from my hold, making a beeline for the kitchen, until she sees the mop under the stairs and points the handle of it at me like a sword.
“Planning on mopping the floors with me?” I laugh and raise my hands in surrender.
“If I have to!” She pokes a finger towards the door, and I give in to her silent demand.
“If that thing goes near my arse, I swear,” I spin, keeping a safe distance from her makeshift weapon.
“You swear, what?”
Oh, someone is feeling brave.
Reaching back, I grab the handle and yank it forward. Katie squeals, stumbling into me and knocking us into the wall.
“Get your helmet,” she cackles, pointing at the helmet hanging on the wall.
Giving her perfect arse a firm squeeze, I growl, “My hands are already preoccupied.”
“Aiden…”
“Katie.” Pressing my forehead against hers, I gaze into those beautiful brown eyes. She’s getting better at holding my gaze. A sign she’s comfortable with me. She trusts me. “If I had the car right now, you’d be already in it.”
She reaches back, pulling my helmet from the wall and placing it on my head. “Lucky for me, I’m hard to abduct. Especially on a bike.”
“I like a challenge.” Clipping the helmet securely in place, I turn for the door once again. “I’ll see you tonight.” Pulling the door open, I notice movement from my right. “And stop looking at my arse, Becky!”
“Aiden!” Katie’s voice chases me out into the garden. “Don’t be minding him; he’s a conceited prick.” I hear her laugh as I hop onto my bike and start the engine.
“Tonight, bug!” That’s not a request. If she doesn’t show up, I’ll have to go find her myself, and the last thing Katie wants is for me to hunt her down. There is not a place on this earth where she can go that I won’t find her, and I’ll make sure she knows it.
I’ll make sure that she knows that running from me is not an option. She’s mine. In every sense of the word, I make sure to look after my possessions.
