Page 90 of Twisted Obsession

D, Rob, Marcus, and Scott stared between us, not saying a word. The tension in the room was so thick it appeared they were holding their breaths.

“Tell me you didn’t implant a tracker in her body?” Aaron questioned, side-eyeing me.

One nod went in my cousin’s direction before I turned away from him and met the awed gazes of the others staring across the table at me.

“You put a tracker inside your woman? Daaamn!” came Scott’s comment.

“Brings a whole new meaning to the word keeping your woman in check,” Marcus’ statement followed.

“You all can say what the fuck you want. I don’t give enough fuck to care. If my crazy ass logic helps us to find Regina, what’s the fucking problem?”

Silence followed my question. I wasn’t sorry for what I’d done. I would do it again. Besides, we needed to find Regina before some fucked up shit happened to her. If it already hadn’t.

D sat at the table with his lips balled up as he typed away at the keyboard. At any moment, it appeared he’d explode in laughter. Rob was concentrating extra hard on something on the screen of my computer that he was using. Marcus had already turned his back and pretended to be staring at the picture on the wall as his shoulders bounced up and down. Aaron’s unblinking gaze was aimed at my face. Scott straight up started laughing, not giving a damn about my pinched expression and coiled body.

The men already believed I was one swerve from flying clean off the rails. This stunt likely tipped the scales for them.

They laughed. Aaron and I didn’t.

“How long?” came Aaron’s question. “How long have you had the woman branded like she’s some fucking cattle?”

“Two weeks,” I stated, eyeing him with the same level of intensity he flashed at me. I should have been ashamed. I wasn’t. I should have felt bad about what I’d done. I didn’t. I’d already decided that I was going to stalk Regina if she left me, so I’d decided to save myself the trouble of having to hunt her down. I didn’t intend to follow in Aaron’s footsteps by trekking across the country to find Megan.

D snapped a finger to get our attention. He resumed typing on the second laptop he’d set up in front of him.

“JG’s been stabilized, but he’s in serious condition. He’s in intensive care. He was shot in the chest. Bullet missed his heart but collapsed a lung. He’s cited as a suspect, which means he’ll be cuffed to the bed the entire time he’s recovering.”

We’d been in this situation before when Rob had been shot and captured. Due to the number of bodies we’d left behind, he’d also been cuffed to the bed as he recovered. Thanks to our friends in law enforcement, he’d been uncuffed and upgraded to a nicer hospital room.

The news of JG being okay eased a lot of the stiffness we carried. D turned his attention to the second computer.

“Hey, guys, I think I’ve got a signal.”

All eyes fell on D as our bodies moved closer to him from all areas of the room.

“It’s a rather unorthodox way to keep track of someone, but with that tracker device in her, we should be able to find Regina relatively fast. The good news is the location is less than five miles away from the last sighting of the license plate.”

This was the best news I’d heard all night.

“Where did you put the tracker?” Marcus inquired, not hiding his grin. The conversation had turned back to my craziness. I didn’t answer Marcus.

The nagging idea of Regina leaving me wouldn’t stop, so desperate times had called for desperate measures. Before we’d even crossed the line and let feelings get involved, I knew that I’d wanted to keep her. I knew that I’d have a hard time letting her go.

My gaze roved over the men in the room. They could call me crazy, a stalker, obsessed, I didn’t care. All I knew was that I wanted Regina and was willing to do just about anything to keep her. Now that she’d been taken, it reinforced my need for her.

Regina gave me a taste of something I’d never had before. I didn’t care if I had to blow up hell and set fire to the high waters, I’d get Regina back.

She’d forced her fears aside, delved past my exterior, and fought to understand me. She’d encouraged me to allow more emotions to sink in instead of tossing them aside to embrace rage and anger. She forced me to experience a deeper connection even as I fought against it.

She gave me the one thing I’d never gotten from any woman, the one thing I never even believed I deserved.

Love.

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