Page 79 of Twisted Obsession

“Are you ready?” he asked after he released a frustrated sigh.

“I’d like to stay with Ansel. He’s been taking good care of me.”

A shit-eating grin broke out on my face after hearing that statement.

“I bet he has,” Aaron mumbled under his breath as his gaze fell back on me. My grin remained, glad that Regina had decided not to leave.

“What did you do to her?” Aaron questioned me. “I know fucking cuff marks when I see them. And I know for fuck sure that you don’t even know what a fucking gentleman is.”

Aaron asked the wrong question. He should be asking what she’d done to me. Regina was the smoothest criminal I knew. She’d committed her robberies with caring ease and masterful subtlety.

She’d been stealing bits and pieces of me since the day I’d met her. She wasn’t harsh or demanding but determined to gradually take enough of me that I’d not want her to give anything back.

As for the cuff marks, I took more care in the way I bound her. Marks and bruises were a part of my world, but I wasn’t proud of the fact that I’d fucked up and let those cuffs bite into her wrist.

She tapped Aaron’s arm to regain his attention. “I’m okay, August. I’d like to stay.”

They glared at each other for a paused moment before Aaron nodded his head at her. “Okay, but call me if you want to leave, and I’ll come and get you. I told you I’d take care of you, and I meant that shit.”

“I know, August, and I believe you. Ansel also said he’d take care of me, and he has been.”

That’s my girl.Tell that big fucking woolly mammoth how good I’ve been taking care of you.

She gave Aaron another quick hug before she glanced at me. Our gazes locked and didn’t break until she walked her sexy ass away and retreated back towards the hall that led to my bedroom. My gaze remained on her, but I could sense my cousin’s gaze upside my head.

“What?” I asked, shrugging.

His gaze raked accusingly over me before he shook a finger in my direction.

“You gave me shit about Megan, and your ass is plum fucking gone. Regina is like the people-whisperer, but I don’t know how she pulled this shit off, especially with your crazy ass.”

“What in the fuck are you talking about, Aaron? You took on a fucking cartel over Megan. Died and came back to life for her. Me and Doc, let’s just say, we understand each other.”

Aaron shook his head at me, lips pinched and stretched like he pitied me or something. His headshaking and hard gaze remained on me for a paused moment before he retook his seat on the couch.

“Yeah, you understand each other all right. Your fucking ass is gone, and you don’t even know it yet. Trust me, that’s one habit you can’t break. One addiction you can’t fight. One obstacle you can’t overcome. I can’t wait until you figure it out and it knocks you on your arrogant ass.”

“Whatever,” I stated flatly. “If you’re finished with my intervention, let me fill you in on the motherfuckers we encountered that tried to take her. You were around her family and the crew that worked for them longer than anybody. Maybe you can see an angle we missed.”

Aaron nodded, but the smirk on his face irked the shit out of me. That bearded bastard acted like he knew some shit I didn’t. I cared for Regina, so the fuck what? It didn’t mean I’d be marching my ass down to the justice of the peace to marry her.

“How’s Megan?” I asked, wiping that fucking grin right off his face. All anyone needed to do was mention Megan, and his ass turned into a different person.

“She’s good, has gotten back into her writing. She would have come today, but she’s a little tired.”

“Um hmm,” I murmured as I folded my arms over my chest. Megan and Aaron appeared to be polar opposites, but they were each other’s air. They also fucked like rabbits on Red Bull. My cousin was one of the most vicious motherfuckers I knew. But, seeing the way he loved Megan led me to believe anything was possible.

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