Page 35 of The Monster’s Weakness

Gemma was beside him, and he sensed her panic, but he didn’t have time to waste. He was able to locate the three masked men attempting to gain access to his property.

“Go into the bedroom. I’ll come for you. Get dressed and be ready to leave.”

“Caleb, you’re naked.”

“Doesn’t stop me from being able to make the hit. I’ll be fine. Do as I say.” He pushed her toward the bedroom, went to his cabinet filled with guns, and got the high-powered rifle, which was already loaded up.

He turned off the safety, and then made his way toward the main entrance, opening up the door, closing it behind him, and waiting for the elevator that was already bringing the enemy down to him. They must be fucking amateurs to think he wouldn’t have multiple levels of security. Like the fact he had the elevator wired, and he opened the box, releasing the gas that would wipe them completely out.

The moment the elevator pinged open, he held his weapon and waited to fire on anyone standing. They were all dead.

He held his weapon and waited, then stepped back into his safe house. Gemma was already dressed. He pulled on a pair of jeans, a shirt, and within thirty minutes, they were in a car.

The first location had been compromised, and he didn’t know how they were able to find him. Once he found out, he was going to kill every bastard who dared to step foot on his property.

Chapter Thirteen

This place was smaller.

It wasn’t a glitzed-up bunker with every modern luxury. Rather, it was a bachelor apartment in a no-frills high-rise building. The views of the city were beautiful and it had all the necessities.

“This doesn’t feel like a safe house,” she said. “It’s more like an Airbnb.”

“Do you approve?”

Caleb had been on the phone for a while, and now he was opening and closing doors, assessing something, and half paying attention to her.

“It’s better than my place, that’s for sure. Besides, I’m happy wherever you are.”

This got his full attention. He stopped dead and turned to face her. “Nobody’s ever said that to me.”

She smiled. Even though they were running from danger and didn’t know what tomorrow held, they had each other. Neither of them had had that before, and it was addictive.

“Well, it’s the least I could say since you’re trying to save my life.”

He smirked. “I’m glad you’re taking everything so well,” he said.

Caleb took her hand, leading her to the sofa near the oversized windows. The city twinkled in the blanket of night. They were high up, and everything below was so tiny.

He sat down and pulled her onto his lap. The apartment was lit by floor lamps, giving a soft, gentle light to the room.

“I still can’t believe you’re the man from Pembroke.” She was going to say murderer, but changed her mind. Caleb was what he was, and she’d accepted that.

“I still can’t believe you hid your MS from me. I thought we were getting close,” he said.

“We are close. I was just afraid—no, terrified—that it would be the one thing to push you away. That’s what seems to happen to me.”

“Gemma, I love you for who you are. Your MS doesn’t change that. If anything, it’s brought us closer.”

She loved every word he was saying. It was healing.

“How so?”

“I wanted to help you. Your struggle with the meds reminded me of what my mother went through. How she couldn’t pay for her treatments. I remember her desperation. My desperation. And I was only a kid.”

“No child should have to live through that,” she said, cupping his cheek.

“I didn’t.”