Page 90 of His Coveted Obsession

He was still my superhero. My Superman.

We were bound. That meant I had to accept all of him as he was, just as he accepted all of me.

I loved him, including his flaws and… moral ambiguity. In the end, I trusted him. He was always honest and straightforward.

But he lied about what he did for a living, my mind insisted.

He had to lie, I countered.

But did he lie? When we first met, he told me outright he was a killer.Holy shit.I let that new information sink in. He’d been honest all along. When I didn’t believe him, he made up a story about working for a travel insurance company.

Despite my internal battle, and loving Easton, a new sensation evolved toward him. Fear.

An older man with a black beard, wavy hair that fell to his jawline, and tawny skin appeared and instantly gravitated toward Sully. He took his arm and inspected it. “You were careless.”

Despite my fear of Sully, I bristled at that, as if Sully getting hurt was his fault. In reality, it was my fault. Before I could speak up, Sully leaned forward and kissed the man. “Don’t lie. I know you’re worried.”

The older man softened and pressed a hand to Sully’s cheek. “I know one day I could lose you over this job, but today isn’t the day. And I still worry every time.”

I instantly relaxed at the lovers. I relaxed even more when I saw Sid and Dalton approach us. They were people I knew and liked.

Easton let go of my hand as they stepped up to him and checked him out to make sure he was okay, and Sid hugged him. Easton was stiff, but he briefly held him back.

“When we heard Sully had been shot, we started to get worried. It started poorly, too, with Maverick missing his shot,” Dalton said. “That should’ve been the first sign of things going south.”

“Where is Maverick?” Easton asked.

“We don’t know. After he wrapped up taking out the guards with Khai, neither returned, nor are they answering their phones. I’m assuming Mav is licking his wounds,” Sid chuckled. “Talk about a blow to his ego. The man who never misses… missed. He’ll get over it.”

It truly dawned on me how many people were involved in our rescue. While they may be killers, they saved those women, too, and they didn’t have to.

Annie held my hand and leaned close to my ear. “Who are these people? They aren’t cops, right? Cops don’t kill like that.”

“I have no idea, but I’m sure we’ll find out.”

She gripped me tighter when Sid and Dalton came up to us.

“Are you both okay?” Sid asked.

I nodded. “Yeah, thanks.”

Dalton took my face in his soft and gentle hands, inspecting me. “Were either of you harmed beyond the very obvious beating you received, Thomas?”

“I’m fine… sort of. They didn’t seem to hurt Annie.” I looked down at her and nodded my head to the two men. “These men are Easton’s adoptive fathers, Sid and Dalton.”

“You know them?”

“Yes, they’re very nice.”

“Okay.”

“Annie, I’m going to direct you to my office. Layla, the only woman who works for us, has some clothes for you to change into. Do you need a doctor for any reason?”

“Do you have a therapist on hand?” I chuckled humorlessly. I highly doubted these men sought therapy, but what the hell did I know?

Sid frowned. “I’m afraid not. We’ll need to discuss that further. For now, let’s get you cleaned up and fed.”

“W-What is this place?” I asked the two men.

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