Page 18 of Killer's Obsession
Chief’s entire demeanor changes when he sees his old lady. His normally grumpy face softens, and the perpetual scowl vanishes as he pulls her into his side.
I find myself watching the couples around me with fascination. These men who look so dangerous, turn to putty in the hands of their women.
Are they all just big marshmallows on the inside? Or is it just for the woman they claim?
My musing is interrupted when the automatic doors slide open and Rage appears, dressed in blue hospital scrubs, a grin splitting his face.
“It’s a BOY!”
The room erupts in cheers and applause.
Rage holds up his phone, showing us the picture of a red and wrinkly infant. “His name is Saint,” he says proudly, passing the phone around.
When it reaches us, Killer holds it so we can both see. The tiny face on the screen is scrunched and red. The little guy has a shock of dark hair plastered to his head.
“He’s perfect. Absolutely perfect.” Something shifts inside me at the sight of the new innocent life. He’s beautiful and loved by this big family. The reality of how these strong men operate overwhelms me, and I feel a longing I hadn’t known was there. Tears spring to my eyes before I can stop them, one escaping to trail down my cheek.
Killer’s arm tightens around my middle. I turn on his lap and bury my face against his chest, inhaling his familiar scent as I try to compose myself.
“You okay?” he asks quietly, his deep voice rumbling against my ear.
I look up at him and nod, forcing a smile. “Yeah. Just happy for them.”
His eyes search mine, like he’s trying to see inside my soul. When he finds whatever it is he’s looking for, he leans down and drops a soft kiss on my lips.
“What was that for?” I ask when he pulls back.
He smirks, brushing his thumb across my bottom lip. “Reminding all these motherfuckers that you’re mine.”
I shake my head. “You’re crazy, ya’ know that?”
He shrugs his big shoulders. “Yeah, probably.”
Chapter Five
Killer
Cold air from the Furniture Emporium’s air conditioning hits us like a wall of ice as we step through their sliding glass doors. It’s a stark contrast of the humid Florida air outside.
Memphis shivers.
“Cold?”
She nods, crossing her arms over her chest. “A little.”
I drape my arm across her shoulders and pull her against my side.
The store is massive. Rows of furniture stretching as far as I can see. Couches, beds, dining tables, shit, I don’t even know the names for. It’s overwhelming, and my first instinct is to turn my ass around and walk right back out that door.
“What exactly are we looking for?” Memphis asks, her green eyes scanning the showroom.
I shrug. “Everything.”
She whips her head around, and her brows shoot up. “Everything? As in... furniture for the entire house?”
“Yeah.”
She blinks at me. “And you waited until a few days before moving in to shop for it all?”
