Page 73 of Saviour

“You know, if you keep running to the lake, I’m always going to find you.” I laugh.

“That’s not the point.” She turns and crosses her arms over her chest.

“Then what is the point?”

“The point is,” she says, jabbing a finger into my chest, “that you won’t marry me!”

And inside, my stomach twists. She finds an excuse to bring this up whenever she can. Her bad mood isn’t about Theo or King. It’s always this.

“When I first mentioned marriage, you couldn’t get away quick enough!”

“Dax, that was almost eight years ago.”

I know eight years is a ridiculously long time. And it’s not because I don’t want to marry her, becausefuckI do.

“It’s going to happen, Birdie. We just have to gethimout of the way first, where we know there are no threats and we can fucking live in peace.”

She frowns some more, but I know she knows I’m right.

Carlo Rhivers is still breathing and running his empire like never before. He’s unstoppable and uncontrollable and our attempts to murder him have been futile.

After the shambles of our plan years ago and us spending about a year being tossed in and out of the cells underneath the mansion, we’ve been living in absolute turmoil.

I used to rock in the corner of that cell and imagine how King did that every single day whilst he was locked away.

Carlo is the worst of human kind, but he’s the smartest and we haven’t a leg to stand on.

And if anything, since then, me and King are even more protective of Rori, if that’s even possible, and the three of us are closer than ever before.

But it’s still not good enough.

We all just want to move on and live a normal life, for once.

“I know, but I’m just so fed up, Dax. I’m losing the will to live.”

Tears start to fall unwillingly down her cheeks and she sniffles into my shoulder, my arm now solidly around her. I hate seeing her this way, and I wish I could fix it right now for her.

“I know, Birdie, me too. But I got you.”

* * *

A few days later,Rori is curled up in an armchair in one of the offices we have in the mansion, the laptop open on her lap, balancing on her knees. She scowls at the screen and I watch her for a few minutes.

“You’re really distracting,” she says out loud, without looking over her shoulder.

I laugh and enter the room, lifting her up effortlessly and sitting in her seat before placing her on my lap.

Rori has spent endless hours every day poring over the cameras, trying to figure out Carlo’s movements to conjure up a new plan. And one day, she’d Googled how to hack into a camera, spent weeks practising the code or whatever it is she had to do and eventually, hacked into the only camera we couldn’t access: Carlo’s study.

I have no fucking idea how she managed it. Hell, I don’t even think she knows. She said she couldn’t do it again if she tried.

And I’ve never found her so sexy, watching her work.

“That was my intention,” I whisper, licking up her neck and gently sucking on her earlobe.

She slams the laptop shut and turns in my lap to face me.

“I’m trying to work,” she says, undoing the button to my pants and pulling my dick out.

---