Page 6 of Blades of Obsession

She’s standing on the field sidelines, her back to me, talking with her friend. But I can tell she can feel me watching. I can tell because she fumbles with the hem of the ridiculously short cheer skirt, and she usually picks at her clothes when she’s nervous. Not to mention the tension in her posture, the slight tilt of her head. I’ve studied her body language enough to know when it’s being forced.

I need to do something about the uniforms. She’s clearly not comfortable wearing it. And oh yeah, the fucking thing shows off how beautiful her body is, the body that belongs tome, to other guys. My brain screams at me to go over there and slit the throats of every football player within a two-foot radius of her.

Shit.

I gotta get a grip.

When did I become the jealous type?

I take a deep breath, refocusing on what I’m here for. Getting my fix of Amelia. Then, like a dark cloud on what originally was a sunny fucking day, I see Catalina strutting towards me like she owns the damn field. My jaw tightens, and I glare at her, shaking my head in a silent warning. But does she get the hint? Of course not. I head up onto the bleachers but shestillfollows behind me.

Stupid bitch.

“Still watching her, huh?” Catalina’s voice grates on my damn nerves. She steps closer, but something on the field catches my full attention instead—Amelia laughing. Fuck, I have to take a video of this. “It’s been a month. You’re not bored watching her yet?”

I pull out my phone, zoom in on the camera app, and snap a quick video of Amelia laughing. This will go nicely with my collection. “No, but I am bored of this conversation,” I reply flatly, finally looking down in her direction, and that’s when I see it. The scratches. “What’s with your face?”

“Oh. I hit a tree branch while running to the field.”

“So that’s why you were late to practice. And Amelia must’ve hit the same branch because you both were late.”

Give a liar a good way out and they’ll always take the bait.

“Yup. I tried to warn her it was there.”

Gotcha.

“Hm.” My finger taps against my leg, tapping to the beat of the countdown ticking away in my head. A coping trick my old therapist taught me—to keep myself from launching her off these bleachers like a football just for laying a hand on Amelia.

Five… four… three…

“You know, you’re really pathetic, basically stalking a girl who doesn’t even want you. I’m sure if you asked she’d fuck you so you can get it out of your system and move on. You look like a creep.”

One.

I grind my teeth at her comment and stand up, towering over her. “You’re lucky I don’t fucking hit women. Here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to leave my sight in the next three seconds, and after that, you’re going to leave me the hell alone for good. And listen very closely.” I lean in, my voice lowering to a dangerous whisper. “If you ever—and I meanever—touch her again, your body will end up in pieces in the Rio Grande River.”

“You’re crazy—”

“Three…”

She glares at me, her eyes a mix of shock and simmering anger. “Whatever.” Before I can even make it down to two, she storms off like a toddler, stomping the whole way. She’s never been told no before in her life, and it shows.

We fucked a couple of times, and out of nowhere, she started bothering me in public, trying to make it seem like we were dating or something. As if I’d be able to put up with her for more than ten minutes. I had to publicly stage a fake breakup just so she’d leave me the hell alone.

My phone lights up beside me with a text. The fuck does Harvey want?

Harvey: Stop by my office? I have a word from John

Now I’m gonna have to ride a half an hour to this bastard’s house. I hate this shit with the Serpents. The very thought of working for them makes my skin crawl. I hate Harvey, John, and all the other idiots. I hate always having to be pulled away to do something. And worst of all, I hate what they forced me to become.

Letting out a sigh, I type in Amelia’s birthday as my phone passcode and fire off a quick text to Rhett, telling him I need a replacement at the football field to watch her.

One small perk of my position is the promise John kept—giving me Rhett and his twin brother, Rhys, to use as I please. They have to do whatever I say, which means they’re my little helpers, ready to spy on Amelia whenever I can’t be there myself.

I only call on Rhett to come though, because Rhys… is a little weird about watching her. I could force him to do it, but if someone is going to look after her, I rather it be someone who cares about her well-being. And between the two, that’s Rhett.

Confident enough that he’ll show up, I leave before he gets here, picking up the book I was reading while waiting for the practice to start. I chose this book because about a week ago, I saw her reading it in the library. The cover was filled with roses, so I assumed it was one of those chick flicks in book form. Perfect conversation starter, right? I once read about a serial killer who drew the attention of his victim by reading the same books as her.

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