Page 33 of Come to Bed

Milo

His Bella Isa

Target neutralized. Three for three. This trip turned out to be much more fulfilling than Milo expected. It was finally time for her to come back to him.

He had drugged Yara so she couldn’t come to the reunion. He didn’t want her to recognize him. He could tell she almost had when he gave her the food, but thankfully his disguise had worked well enough.

Unfortunately, he forgot how documented reunions were. He couldn’t believe his carelessness. Yara had seen a picture of him there. It could have upended his plans.

He needed to be more careful.

He had watched Isa from the shadows for years, keeping her safe, waiting for her to be ready to return to him.

He had fulfilled her darkest desires. Fucking her senseless, waking her up on his fingers.

He had returned to her tonight, just as he promised.

Milo packed up the sniper rifle, sent a message to one of his family member’s to secure it and another message to clean up the mess that was now Sebastian York. He walked briskly down the stairs and then across the lawn to the school, opening the door and heading up to the school’s roof.

He didn’t realize he was sprinting until he was halfway up the stairs.

It was time.

Slowing for just a moment, he called Oliver. “I have located Isa. She is safe. I will bring her to you both. ETA two hours.” He ignored Oliver’s rage and demand for his location by simply disconnecting the call.

Those were two problems he would need to deal with soon and carefully. He knew how attached his Isa was to the two unworthy men.

How obsessed they were with her. It was why he wormed his way onto their security team. Why he made himself invaluable. The men never even bothered to meet him in person. Instead, they just sent Milo to do their dirty work.

Milo slowly took the last few steps to the roof, thinking through exactly how to go about this, but then again, it was Isa; she would understand.

Pushing the door open, he paid the trash that was Sebastian’s body no attention.

His caramel eyes found her beautiful ones. They were glassy and dripping with tears. He stepped quickly to her. He stamped down the rage that mixed with lust at the sight of her blouse cut open. Of her full breasts laid bare.

“You were at the reunion?” Isa gasped out.

He quickly untied her. “I was,” Milo confirmed. He wrenched his shirt off and gently tugged it over her head.

“Why do I feel like we know each other?” Isa interrogated him.

Even in the middle of a traumatic experience, she was the firecracker he remembered her to be. He scooped her easily into his arms and carried her bridal-style off of the godforsaken roof.

He thought he’d killed Sebastian the first time around, but all he did was make him go into hiding.

“Well, that’s easy. You do know me, my Bella Isa.”

Isa gasped again and tried to extricate herself from his grip. He was almost to the bottom of the stairs now and walked brusquely to the back of an SUV. One of his men held the door open for him.

“It’s okay. Stay still, I’ve got you.” Milo didn’t blame her for not recognizing him. When they first met, he hadn’t been more than a gangly nerdy teenager, but he grew up. He dedicated himself to two things. Isa and his family.

“Emilio?” she whispered out. His Bella Isa could call him whatever she wanted and he would always answer.

He smiled into her hair, kissing it. The Wall, Milo, Emil. He had gone by many names over the years, but in high school it was simply Emilio.

Emilio tucked the precious woman into the vehicle before settling down beside her. He vowed then and there to never let her go again. “That’s right. Such a good girl.”

Epilogue

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