Page 38 of Dragonfly

Since I didn’t want Genevieve playing with them, I kept my case with the injectors at my main office in the Dragonfly building where we have the base of our dealing operation. When I’m not home, having meetings, or being seen around Springfield, making my presence known, most of my time is spent there. Luckily, Noel’s office is only two floors down from mine so it was only a matter of minutes to grab my case and head for my car.

I try to calm down during the ride back to the house. I also thought I’d managed to as I nod at Vin, waiting for my cousin to step away from the door. He mutters something about Savannah being quiet in there, but I barely listen.

Sure she’s quiet. My devious wife is probably plotting.

She’s certainly pacing at the foot of my bed when I push open the door, shoving it closed behind me. Her head shoots up, and if she’d looked remorseful at all, I might not have scowled so deeply at her.

But she doesn’t and I did, and when she opens her mouth, I don’t want to hear it.

“I warned you not to leave. You were told you have to stay in the manor until I gave you permission to go. You disobeyed me, wife. And now

She tilts her head back enough to show the slender, pale column of her throat. “You want to slit it. Go ahead. Because I’m not going to apologize.”

I didn’t think she would. “I have no patience for this martyr act. I told you not to leave. I trusted you to listen. Now you’ve proven you’re not worthy of that trust.” Popping the case, I remove one of the primed injectors. “You’ve left me no choice.”

Savannah frowns when she notices the needle. “What the hell is that?” Her eyes narrow. “Are you going to tattoo me?”

Scoffing, I keep my thumb on the plunger as I tuck the case back into my suit jacket. “In my Family, you earn your Dragonfly.” Stalking toward her, I make sure she knows: “You haven’t.”

“Then what— ow!”

If I wasn’t so angry, I would’ve been more gentle. She doesn’t deserve that, either. Gripping her by the arm, I held her in place so that I could jab the injector into the meat of her bicep before pushing down on the plunger.

I don’t let go until the injector is completely empty.

The second I do, she clutches her arm, staring at the red hole left behind from the large needle. A dot of blood wells up. Licking her thumb, she rubs at s at it—then glares at me. “What did you just do to me?”

Now that it’s done, I’m a lot calmer. A lot more relieved.

“This?” I hold up the empty injector. “It held a state-of-the-art subdermal tracker.”

A tracker that is now inside of my wife.

I don’t have to explain the obvious. A moment later, it clicks, and she screeches.“You chipped me?”

“Don’t flatter yourself.” I take the case back out, dropping the empty inside of it, then put it away again. “You’re not the only one who has one.”

She’s just the only one who didn’t agree to let me inject it into the arm.

“Wow… You really are a control freak, aren’t you?”

A small smile plays on my lips. Oh, yes. Now that I’ll be able to follow her no matter where she goes… I’ve more than earned that grin. “You’re surprised?”

I’m a man who forced her into marrying me all because she caught my attention by stalking me first, then boldly trying to kill me. I stole her freedom, keeping her locked in my home until she willingly accepts me as her husband?

“No,” she says, and I know she’s being honest like I demanded. “I’m not.”

Well. Now that we have that settled. “If you hadn’t tried to escape the manor, I wouldn’t have had to do that.”

“I had to!”

“Where were you going? What was so important, you thought it was a good idea to betray your husband?”

She flinches at the cold way I say ‘betray’. “It wasn’t like that.”

“Fine. Then, tell me, what was it like?”

Savannah clenches her fists at her side. “You don’t understand. It’s been almost three days. I have to go back.”

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