Page 121 of Obsession

“Dammit,” I swear under my breath. “We need to get you somewhere safe.”

“Your house is Fort goddamn Knox,” she says, scowling.

“Not if we’re followed by a sniper.”

She shrugs. “Then lose them.”

“That easy? Just lose them?”

She nods. “Yeah. We won’t be any safer anywhere else.”

I know she’s right, I just hate taking chances. Just the same, I nod. She has a point.

“Fine. We’ll go home. You’re right, I’ve got more resources there than anywhere else, but first I need to make sure we aren’t followed.”

“Naturally. I’ll make sure, too. Let me drive, and you can do surveillance.”

If I could drive and do surveillance at the same time, I would. I curse under my breath, making her grin. She knows I don’t give up the driver’s seat lightly.

“You just saw me torture a man, and now you’re damn near grinning? God, you need a spanking so fucking bad.” I slam the door as I reluctantly take the passenger seat.

That only makes her grin widen.

“You’re just so cute when you go all alpha.”

“You’re out of your fucking mind.”

“I know, it’s what you love best about me.”

“Wouldn’t saybest,but it’s up there.”

She giggles like a little girl, a rarity for my Violet. I take one second, just one second, and yank her over to me so I can plant a kiss on her forehead, before I shove her back in the driver’s seat.

“If we get into a car chase, I will never forgive you for making me do this,” I say with a growl.

She shakes her head. “Aw, baby, you do say the sweetest things.”

“Buckle up,” I grumble.

She’s already snapping her belt.

I see no signs of anyone following us at all. Whoever it was took off in the green car. Fucking wimp. Pussy. Who takes off like that?

We’re heading back as I watch the road.

“No one’s tailing us, Cain, I’d have seen them.”

I nod, while I run my hand under the seats and visors of the car. “I don’t see anyone either. However…” my fingers clasp around something secured to one of the visors. I yank it down and lay it in my hand.

She looks over out of the corner of her eye and whistles. “So even this is tracked, eh? Did you have the car we drove in checked?”

“With what time, babe? We literally just left.”

“Bet my left boob that thing’s got a tracker then.”

“Your leftboob? Jesus.”

“Guys say left nut, what’s a girl supposed to say?”

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