Page 34 of Obsessed

"And you?" he asks. "What am I supposed to do withyou?"

"I don't know. Do whatever the hell you want just get Ten out ofhere."

A grin curls his lip. "Ten? Interesting nickname." He shakes his head once. "To think of all those times I was watching that tattoo of the number ten on her perfect ass as I fucked her from behind. And it was there because of you. Sweet. Gives the tattoo a whole new meaning, especially when I spankher."

I stare long and hard at him as his guards move in on me. "In the end, I think it'll be you and me. Then I'll be wiping the cocky smirk off your face and handing it back to you through your ass just before I slam shut the celldoor."

My two new buddies yank me off my feet and drag me out of theoffice.

33

Angie

Three daysof almost regular meals and I'm feeling human. The nectar doesn't leave me nearly as lightheaded and out of it. Even though my libido is still out of control, I can thinkstraighter.

I sit on the bed and pick up one of the magazines that came with my food. Without Blake, I'm cut off from the activities in the rest of the complex. After complaining about attending the club party, I'm afraid to ask Kane about the schedule. The last thing I want to do is spark any suspicions about the new club member. At the same time, I'm going crazy wondering if Maddox will return soon to Lace Underground. Or did he already gather enough information and possibly even the location to start the process of shutting Kanedown?

The door opens and Kane walks in. "Get packed. We're going on a shorttrip."

"Oh," I say in surprise, "I thought we could talk. There's something I wanted to askyou."

He seems to be in a hurry but takes the time to sit on the edge of the bed. "You need your injection." He remembers as he sees my redarm.

"No, I don't," I say too loudly. "I want to skip the midday dose. Just one a day. I'm feeling better andeating."

"Glad to see that but I think you'll reverse all that by skipping adose."

I take hold of his hand. "Kane, I want to go home." With the amount of courage it took me to say it, I'm amazed and relieved at how easily he seems to takeit.

"I thought you had nohome?"

"Yes, well I have friends on the outside that I miss. I can't sit in this room forever. You've said it yourself. I'm your poison." I add a smile hoping to lighten the mood. "Time to suck it and spit it out." As I speak his face flattens. There is no visible emotion. Surprisingly, I'm somewhat hurt by his lack of reaction. I'd convinced myself that he couldn't live without me, and for a time, in between moments of clarity, I convinced myself I couldn't live without him. "You knew this was coming, didn'tyou?"

He stands from the bed and doesn't answer. It's his most frustratinghabit.

"I need to go back to the Caribbean and finish my business. One last trip together. Then we'll talk. Be ready in an hour. I've got a special surprise waiting foryou."

The door shuts. I'm alone in the room again, cut off from theworld.

34

Angie

Kane leadsme up the steps to his private plane. The blindfold makes the climb slightly terrifying, especially with gusts of wind battering us and the roar of plane engines thundering in the distance. I grip him as if my life depends on it, which, in this case, is pretty much true. I'm more than ready to leave him to go back to my life, but I still find myself feeling safe and secure with him. I feel important, relevant. More so than I have during most of my life. Even with his many mood shifts, Kane's support and attention has been unwavering. Even thin and hollow eyed and pale, he still looks at me in that way that every woman wants to be looked at—a look that makes it seem he can look past all my imperfections and see the person headmires.

I feel the burst of air that lets us know we are inside the plane. He lifts away the blindfold once we are in the cabin. It's dark outside and a rowdy thunderstorm is playing its song in the distance. I find my seat on the small leather couch on one side of the plane while Kane goes to the cockpit to talk to the crew. He was especially quiet and hands off in the limo. It seemed he was focused on the businessahead.

Jason and Oscar are nowhere in sight but I have no doubt that they'll be traveling with us. On the last trip Blake told me that no one enters or leaves Lace Underground when Mr. Freestone is traveling. It's why he doesn't ever stay away long. I hope that's the case again. It means there won't be any member parties while we are out on the boat. I'd hate to think Maddox was in the complex, possibly looking for me, while I was thousands of milesaway.

Several days on the yacht will give me a chance to regain even more strength. Then I'll have the courage to talk to Kane about leaving him forgood.

I pull the sweater I'm wearing closer around me to block out the chilly night air drifting in through the open plane door. It seems we are still waiting for passengers. Oscar and Jason, nodoubt.

Kane returns and hands me a drink. "Vodka on the rocks," hesays.

I shake my head. "No, thank you. I'm still buzzing from the late morninginjection."

He holds it in front of me. "Take it just incase."

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