Page 150 of The Dark Obsession

And what the fuck happened? The last thing I can remember is Malory crouching in front of me, shielding me with her own damn body before her fucking pathetic excuse of a father shoved her away from me.

Rage.Undiluted, pure rage courses through my veins, making my heart beat harder.

My Malory.

Fuck. I have to get my girl back, make sure she’s safe.

If John has what’s mine, I won’t hesitate to kill him this time despite the dumb promise not to harm him.

He became a dead man the second he laid his hands on her.

She’s mine to keep, to care for,to love.

And I’ll get her back no matter the cost.

That’s when I feel it. Something soft brushing against the back of my hand.

Opening my eyes, I have to blink several times as my vision adjusts to the surroundings.

The room is white and sterile. Likely at one of the Camorra’s hospitals.

I’ve never been here before but they couldn’t exactly bring me to the ER without raising unnecessary questions.

All my senses zero in on one single thing. The silky curls draped over my forearm, making my chest flood with a wave of utter relief.

She’s here. By my side.

Sitting in a plastic chair at the edge of my bed with her head bowed, holding my hand like it’s her lifeline, tracing her delicate fingertips over my skin in a soothing motion.

She's fucking comforting me when it should be the other way around.

With an effort that takes everything out of me, I manage to squeeze her hand back, making Malory’s head shoot up in an instant.

“Ty…” She sobs, tears running down her petite face. “Y-you’re awake.”

Her hands around mine tremble and I hate myself for not being able to smother her in my embrace.

“You’re here.” I raps as she brings a cup of water to my dry lips. Being as drugged as I am, my body doesn’t feel like my own, and yet I couldn’t care less about myself right now.

“I’d never leave you.” She brings my hand to her plush lips, softly kissing my split knuckles.

“Come here.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.” My girl warily eyes the tubes and bandages holding me together.

“Fucking come here, little one.” I growl, needing to feel her wrapped in my arms more than I need to take the next breath.

Tentatively, Malory crawls onto the bed. Pressing her tiny body to my side, she lays her head into the crook of my neck.Exactly where it belongs.

I bury my face in her soft hair, breathing her in.

Mine. All mine.

Safe and secure by my side.

“I was so scared, Ty. I thought I’d never see you again.” She whimpers against my skin and all I want to do is kick myself for putting her through this.

It was my own carelessness that got us into this fucking mess.

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