Being the only one to have her submission.
She thinks she wants control. Thinks she doesn’t want to belong to me. She’s wrong. I see how much she needs me. How much she craves me, even if she won’t admit it yet. She’ll feel free when she doesn’t have to think for herself anymore.
She’s mine. And I always take care of my things. She’s just too stubborn to give in.
For now.
I pick up my phone and dial Bash.
“Hey Matthias, what’s up?” he answers, cheerful as always.
Sebastian’s always been the happiest of us. The youngest. The one we sheltered the most. Even though he’s seen violence and has done what needed to be done, he still has his joie de vivre. It’s why I have to tread lightly.
Bash might be loyal to the family, but I’m not sure he’d approve of what I’m doing. Not yet.
“Not much going on. What about you?”
“I have a date tonight.” I can hear his smirk.
I grin at his excitement. He’s turning into quite a bit of a player, taking after yours truly.
My grin instantly drops. The comparison makes my stomach turn. The thought of touching another woman disgusts me. I don’t even want to think about it. I feel the need to burn the thought off my skin. It feels like bugs crawling under my flesh.
There’s only Margot.
There will only ever be Margot.
I force a chuckle. “That’s great, Bash. Have fun. Make sure to wrap it. Mom would kill you if you got some hookup pregnant.”
Pregnant.
Pregnant Margot.
Margot. With my baby.
Babies that look like her.
Slow down. I have to get her to like me before we can start naming babies.
“Shut up, man,” he groans.
I chuckle but shift gears. “I have a question for you.”
“Shoot.”
“If I wanted to stop someone from sending texts and calls on their phone, how would I do that?” I aim for nonchalance.
“That’s easy.”
Bash walks me through each step. I take notes.
Perfect.
Before I hang up, he pauses. “Is this about Margot Peterson?”
I freeze. I must be silent for too long, because he continues.
“Matthias, I don’t know what you’re up to, but I won’t help you hurt a woman.”