Page 39 of Echoes of Fear

It’s happening tonight. 2100 hours. The FBI is going to arrest me along with everyone else so nobody gets suspicious. I’m almost free. Tell my brother to come and get me. See you soon, my friend.

My eyes are still heavy with sleep as I read the message. I passed out on Taylor’s couch again last night while everyone was still here. I’m not going to question how it is that I feel safe enough in this strange new place to fall asleep.

Rubbing my eyes, I look down at the laptop and read it again.

“Morning, baby boy. You hungry?”

I send a quick glance back at Taylor but freeze and do a double-take. He’s wearing a pair of shorts and absolutely nothing else. His chest and stomach are on full display for my viewing pleasure. I’ve been held in those arms countless times and never once wondered what it would feel like to be pressed against his skin. Mostly because he was holding me because I’m always freaking out about something.

Dang, I wonder if his skin feels as sexy as it looks.

“Like what you see, baby?” he smirks.

Clearing my throat, I look down and focus on my hands. I sure do have interesting hands.

A chuckling Taylor leans over the back of the couch and kisses the top of my head.

“You can look as much as you want, Knox,” he says, walking to the front door. “It’s no hardship on my end. TITAN, COME!”

“Uhm,” I clear my throat. “You might want to come and see this.”

When Titan runs through the front door, Taylor closes it and comes to sit beside me.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” I nod. “But… Well, here.”

“Thank fuck,” he sighs.

“I know it’s a good thing, but it’s going to be very dangerous,” I tell him. “These raids don’t always go down clean. I just hope she makes smart decisions and takes cover when shots are fired.”

“I had the same thoughts,” Taylor mumbles, pulling out his phone. “Reynolds, shits about to go down. Doesn’t a certain pilot still owe us a favor?... That’s what I thought. Contact him and tell him we’re cashing in… Three hours.”

“Let’s pack, baby.”

Taylor hops up and heads back towards the stairs. I haven’t gotten to know his house’s layout yet, but I do know that his room is up there.

“Uhm, Taylor,” I call out.

“Yeah?” he stops and gives me his full attention.

“I can’t go with you,” I say.

Did he just forget that I don’t do outside?

“Fuck, baby,” he sighs. “I can’t believe that slipped my mind. Alright, I’ll have Reynolds go and get Em and bring her back.”

“Absolutely not, big guy,” I frown. “She wants you there. I don’t care if she admits it or not, but she’s scared. She has to be. She asked for you, and you need to be the one to go and get her.”

His face is torn, and it makes me feel like shit. I’ve brought my issues right into his life.

“Reynold’s can stay with you,” he says. “I’ve noticed that you get along with him. He’ll keep you safe.”

“I’ll be fine,” I smile reassuringly. “As long as you don’t mind more Obsidians coming into your territory, I can have my club come and get me. I have a room at Steel and Blaze’s place. That’swhere I should have gone after the tornado instead of disrupting your life.”

Anger takes over Taylor’s face, but instead of fear, I get excited. An angry Dom that you trust can make a person submit like no other. A good Dom knows how to harness and use that anger to his advantage without lashing out at their person.

Damn, I need that desperately. I need a complete power exchange. Not in a sexual way, but in a way where I just have to do as I’m told for no other reason than I was ordered to.

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