Page 45 of Addicted

I wanted her in my bed every night. I wanted to wake up to her face every morning. I wanted her to be mine in every sense of the word.

If she thought I wasn’t gonna let her leave before, she was dead wrong about what was coming next. Because now that I’d accepted this shit, accepted that she meant something to me, I really wasn’t letting her go.Ever.

She belonged to me now.

Completely.

But I couldn’t keep her at the crash pad forever. That shit wasn’t sustainable, and it damn sure wasn’t safe. Word had already gotten around within my organization that I’d been playing house with some woman. Niggas talked, and in my line of work, information spread fast. Which meant Indie now had a target on her back.

My enemies would see her as a weakness. A way to get to me. I couldn’t have that. I needed her somewhere secure. Somewhere fortified. Somewhere no one could touch her.

My estate.

It was a fucking fortress. Ten thousand square feet sitting on five acres of land, surrounded by a twelve-foot wall with security cameras on every corner. Full staff. Armed guards patrolling 24/7. State-of-the-art alarm system. No one got in or out without my say-so.

That’s where she needed to be. Not here at this crash pad in the middle of nowhere with just a couple guards outside.

I made the decision right then and there. I was moving her to the estate.

Tomorrow.

Shit, her little brother could come too. I had more than enough space and keeping them together would make Indie more compliant. She’d be less likely to try some stupid shit if Ish was there with her.

Plus, it would keep the kid out of trouble. My men had been watching him, and so far he’d been staying clean. But teenage boys were unpredictable, and I didn’t need him doing something dumb that would force my hand. This way, I could keep an eye on both of them.

I didn’t know how Indie would feel about it. But it didn’t matter. She was going whether she wanted to or not. And she would learn to be happy with it.

Because I could see it in her eyes. I wasn’t the only one feeling this intense connection between us. She wanted to belong to me just as much as I wanted to own her.

Why else would she have been so upset that I’d tried to fuck another bitch?

She was mine.

She just didn’t know it yet.

I was still lying there, my mind going a thousand miles a minute, when Indie started to stir.

Her eyes slowly opened, blinking a few times as she adjusted to the morning light filtering through the curtains. Then her gaze locked onto mine.

We stared at each other in silence. Neither of ussaid anything, but the air between us was thick with unspoken words. With the weight of what had happened in that shower last night.

Something had shifted, and we both felt it. But neither of us knew how to put it into words.

Her warm brown eyes were searching mine, like she was trying to figure out what the fuck was going through my head.

Good luck with that, I thought. I didn’t even know what the fuck was going through my head half the time. Especially when it came to her.

Finally, I broke the silence.

“Get your shit packed,” I said, my voice low and rough from sleep. “We’re leaving here tomorrow.”

Indie’s eyebrows rose, and I saw a flicker of hope cross her face.

“Leaving?” she asked. “To where? You’re letting me go home?”

I frowned, irritation flaring in my chest. Why the fuck was she asking about going home?

“No,” I said flatly. “You ain’t going home. Not to your condo.”