Page 23 of Killer's Obsession
I pull her against my chest, wrapping my arms around her small frame. Dipping my face into her hair, I breathe in the scent of her shampoo.
She’s safe.
“I just got distracted by these curtains,” she murmurs against my chest. “I thought they’d look nice in the living room.”
I press a kiss to the top of her head. “Show me.”
She pulls back, her smile returning as she picks up the curtains again. “I was thinking of these for the living room.” She holds up panels in a deep charcoal gray that would match the couch we picked out. “And maybe these for the bedroom.” The second set is a lighter gray with a subtle pattern.
“They look good,” I tell her, though honestly, I couldn’t give less of a fuck about curtains. As long as I have her in my bed at night, I’m fucking good.
We finish our shopping, the carts overflowing with bags, by the time we reach the checkout. The total isn’t as much as the furniture, but fuck me, it’s up there. But seeing the smile on her face, I find that I don’t care. It’s worth every penny to see Memphis excited about something.
Outside, Lid is waiting with the van, leaning against the side with his arms crossed. He straightens when he sees us pushing the loaded carts.
“Holy shit,” he mutters, eyeing the mountain of bags. “You buy out the whole store?”
“Just about,” I tell him, starting to load bags into the back of the van. “Take it all to the house. Put it in the basement for now. I’ll deal with it Friday.”
Lid nods, helping me transfer the rest of the bags. “You got it, boss.”
Once everything’s loaded, Lid climbs into the driver’s seat and pulls away, leaving Memphis and me standing next to my bike.
“Come on. Let’s head back.”
The ride back to the clubhouse is perfect, Memphis clinging to me as we wind through the streets of Jacksonville.
When we pull into the clubhouse parking lot, Pinky is waiting on the front steps, bouncing on her toes like she’s got news she’s dying to share. Memphis smiles at the sight of her friend, a genuine smile that reaches her eyes.
I help her off the bike, letting my hands linger on her waist a moment longer than necessary. “I gotta go find Chief.”
She nods, glancing toward Pinky. “I’ll be fine.”
I lean down, pressing my lips to hers for a quick kiss. “Find you in a bit.”
Leaving her with Pinky, I head inside, making my way to Chief’s office. I knock twice on the door.
“Come in,” he calls from the other side.
I push the door open, step inside, and close it behind me before dropping into the chair across from his desk. “What did Zero find?”
Chief leans back in his chair, studying me. “Zero’s been digging into the Russians, trying to figure out exactly what they were up to with the Talons.”
I nod, already knowing this. We’ve been trying to piece together the extent of their operation since we busted it up three weeks ago.
“And?” I prompt when he doesn’t continue.
Chief sighs, and I know whatever he’s about to say, I’m not going to like it.
“It’s about Memphis.”
I sit up straighter, every muscle in my body tensing. “What about her?”
“They’re looking for her,” Chief says, his expression grim. “Nikolai Sidorov is looking for her.”
My blood runs cold.
Nikolai Sidorov is the head of Bratva operations on the East Coast. The fuck does he want with Memphis?
