Page 6 of Savage Guardian

And he was coming to get her.

Logging in to his proprietary secure server, he clicked on the file marked with yesterday’s date, scouring the information automatically propagated during the night using cyber spiders, skittering from web to web. As he read, he internally digested every last detail.

Until one stood out, making his heart slam into his throat. With his connections, skills, and knowledge tapping into her computer and monitoring her online activity, keeping tabs on her was as easy as pie. Each day, he read through her emails, checked her online traffic to make sure she was being a good girl, and…watchedher through her laptop camera. He watched her for hours a day as she sat in her seat, writing music, recording the instrumental parts, producing the music using her special software, then uploaded the music to her YouTube channel, Spotify, and Apple Music. When she wasn’t working on making music, she still sat thereplayingmusic. Watching her play, listening to the way the sounds of the guitar, harp, violin, keyboard, and flute as she crafted auditory magic with her fingers and soul…. It was life changing.

And she was all his. When she played, she wasn’t just a musician; she was, as her name implied, a fairy queen, a Celtic goddess come to earth to draw men in to worship. Her facial expressions, the way she moved her body, the expertise she showed with each instrument…left him in awe each time.

And she thought that hiding all of that away behind a computer screen would keep her safe?

Oh, for sure, she was safe from others. But not fromhim. Never from him.

Sadly, the camera was stationary, so he was always quite disappointed that the camera wasn’t pointed at critical points in the room; her bed where she slept, her closet where she changed, or the bathroom where she showered.

Just the thought of seeing his beautiful girl bare before his eyes made him hard instantly.

But he couldn’t focus on that now.

She was on the move.

Las Vegas.

“Shit,” he spat, red closing in on his vision. She wasn’t supposed to go to Vegas. She was a homebody, hardly ever leaving the house she bought two years ago.

No…his Treasure, his precious girl wasn’t doing what he expected.

She wasn’t staying inside where he could watch over her, predict her every move, and make sure she did nothing stupid. She was actually planning to leave him. She thought she could run and spend who knew how long somewhere he couldn’t get to her? Well, she was fucking mistaken. There was nowhere on earth she could go where he wouldn’t find her. Where he couldn’t get to her. Where he couldn’t touch and taste and terrorize her.

She’d learn.

The hard way.

His body tightened, rage filling him, pulling him, stringing him tight. His teeth nearly cracking from the strength and tension of his clenched bite.

“What do you think you are doing, Treasure?” he rasped, his fingers flying over the keyboard, his thoughts turning.

Click by click, he dug, stalked, and finally found what he needed.

Picking up his cell, he dialed a number he knew by heart, and when the line picked up, he uttered the words that would bring him one step closer to tying his Treasure to him forever.

“I’m calling in my marker. I’m going to Vegas.”

The voice on the other end of the line was quiet for heavy moments.

Finally, the other man spoke, “What do you need?”

After answering, they ended the call, and he sat back in his seat, his gaze lifting and landing on the image shining from his computer monitor.

It was her. She was smiling at something he couldn’t see, but…late at night, when he was sitting there at his desk, doing the filthy work no one else wanted to do, he would stare at her smiling from his screen, and imagine she was smiling athim.

An ache, sinister and agonizing, throbbed deep in his gut. It was an ache onlyshecould ease.

His treasure. The one thing most precious to him in his fucked up life. Before her, there was nothing, but now, there was everything. She was everything.

Soon…he would be smiling at her, too.

Three months later….

She slowly, carefully, slid her fingers down, the roughness against her fingertips an aching familiarity. One that made her smile. Stroking, strumming, she closed her eyes, letting the vibrations sing through her touch, into her blood, where it filled every inch of her body with pleasure.

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