Page 116 of The Dark Obsession

She’s mine, only mine.

Malory’s presence, her personality, her touch, her everything. It’s the very first thing that made me feel something in a fucking long time and I've grown obsessed with keeping her.

The thought of anyone even looking in her direction makes me want to reach into their throats, pull out their intestines and wrap them around their throats in a deathly chokehold.

Already her affection towards the damned dog is pissing me off. I’m not sharing more of it.

I’ve always been able to function efficiently without these uncalled-for feelings. Getting my revenge has always come first.Not anymore.

Now, I keep fucking things up just because the only thing I can think about is keeping my Malory.

So, I shot the guy straight between his eyes.

Normally, I’d have enjoyed breaking every single bone in his body for sticking his nose into my affairs. Especially with Rafe who loves getting his hands dirty more than the rest of us. But I wanted to be back with my girl.

Every night, I force myself to stay awake until she falls asleep because I refuse to miss even a second of feeling her body against mine.

The bothersome thing is that since the night she climbed into my bed, I’ve been sleeping a lot more than usual, wasting so much time that could be spend with watching my obsession.

I can’t remember a time in my life when I’ve been able to sleep through the night. Yet with Malory it comes naturally, like a missing piece of my soul clicked into place and I’m finally whole.

Every second we spend apart, all I keep thinking about is whether something happened to her in my absence, driving myself off the edge.

I should have injected a tracking device into her neck the moment I knocked her out back in San Francisco, but I couldn’t risk someone else hacking into it.

I’m fucked.

The tightness in my chest suffocating me until I’ll have her safely tucked in my arms.

I guess, there’s an easy solution for my newly acquired emotional distress. I’m simply never letting her out of my sight again.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I stop dead in my tracks. My blood running cold as the front door opens up into the hallway.

She’s lying right there on the cold floor.

Right in front of the entrance, an arm thrown over Nero at her side, her face buried in his fur.

“Little one?” I choke out, sinking to my knees.

She doesn’t stir.

Terror surges through my body as I hover over to her, checking her pulse with a trembling hand.

Only when I feel her steady heartbeat against my fingertips am I able to draw in a ragged breath.

Cursing, I check her body for any signs of hurt.

Nothing.

Physically there seems to be nothing wrong with her.

She’s okay.She has to be.

I repeat the words in my head over and over, convincing myself that she’s truly just sleeping here for some reason.

But why the fuck is she curled up in the fetal position on the floor? She was fast asleep in our bed when I left, making sure I wouldn’t wake her up as I quickly got dressed.

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