Page 47 of Twisted Obsession

I sat in the quiet peace she’d enveloped me in and watched her take care of me. No one had done anything like this for me, especially not after witnessing the hell I was capable of unleashing.

“I left you alone in the car on purpose. I wanted to see if anyone was following you. However. I didn’t expect they’d be stupid enough to try to take you.”

When she glanced at me, those big pretty eyes caught the light enough for me to see that she didn’t have any hostility there.

“I figured that much when I saw JG dragging the man away. It’s why I asked if you were going to kill him.”

“You’re not upset?”

She shook her head and continued the business of fixing my hands.

“I’ll always be straight with you, Regina.”

She stilled, glaring at me. “I’d appreciate that,” she stated without saying more.

“Motherfuckers are going to try to take you, and I’m going to likely kill a lot of people. There is a demon inside me, and once I let him out, it’s hard to put him back in the cage unless he gets what he wants.”

She placed a soft hand against my forearm. “I know. I met him first. He scares me, but he also saved me from a family aiming to kill me, and who continues to come after me.”

She glanced down before lifting her gaze again.

“Ansel, I’m not street smart. Hell, if I’m being honest, I’m only smart in the areas of medicine that I’ve studied my butt off to learn. I’d always been able to get what I needed from books until my family took me captive. I’ve learned how to protect myself the hard way, and as you witnessed in the alley today, I’m not that good at it. So, whatever you’d like to teach me, I’m willing to learn because I don’t think my family is going to stop until I’m dead.”

My fingers slid under her chin and lifted her head. “That will never happen, not as long as I’m alive.”

She glared a long time before she nodded. The emotional impact of my statement left tears standing in her eyes, but she didn’t let them fall.

She continued her task of patching me up. In a moment, I would likely bust my knuckles up even worse, but I enjoyed her taking care of me. More of my anxiety slipped away as genuine care seeped into me. Regina could well be the stabilizer I needed in my life to staunch my need to kill in the name of taming the beast within.

We didn’t speak another word to each other, but the connection we shared was as alive as the thundering beat of my heart. Once Regina completed her task, she gathered up the supplies and disappeared, her light steps falling back down the stairs and meeting my ears.

My head fell against the couch. This was supposed to be a piece of cake. I protect her. Kill some people. She becomes my sub. Have hot kinky sex. End of story.

Not even fucking close to my current reality with Regina.

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