Chapter 7
Robert had wanted to ram his car into the back of that stupid idiot who’d blocked him from following Willa. If he had insurance, he would have run into the guy.
Anger still wound through him. He shouldn’t have to put up with this bullshit. Willa should be his.
He hated that she used Willa instead of Mina. When she was back with him, he would only use Mina because it sounded like Mine. And she was his.
Years ago, when that TV show about the guy who kept his girlfriend in the basement of his bookshop came out, he’d watched it like a middle-aged woman watching true crime documentaries. Studying the dude’s every move, not to escape death, but to figure out how to keep Willa close.
That idiot had made so many mistakes. There were too many things he’d gotten wrong. First, he’d picked wrong. And then he hadn’t used force to get her to stay.
Next time, he’d keep Willa shackled. He’d thought about building a quiet room for Willa, but hadn’t ever gotten around to it before she left San Francisco. But a quiet room wasn’t enough. He had to make sure she stayed with him for good.
He needed a better plan. If he showed up at her work again, she would go to the cops. He didn’t need that heat on him. There were a few things he’d done after Willa left that he’d gotten wrong.
When that woman fought back, he’d hit her too hard. Just seeing the blood drain from her had awakened something inside. He wasn’t here to do the same with Willa. Willa was forever. She was something to cherish. That other woman had been disposable.