Chapter 36
Desire
Rory lost consciousness before the car had even fully stopped.
Everything went perfectly: the drugs did their job, relaxing her tight ass so she could take my cock without injury or tearing.
I dressed her carefully, picked her up, and carried her to the back seat of the Maybach.
After sending my guys off—who had spent the night in the ride’s control booth, holding us on the manual brake and turning the sharp drops into the perfect platform for my thrusts—I got behind the wheel and drove through the night toward home.
I keep glancing in the rearview mirror at my broken princess lost in oblivion.
The silence of the car is cut by the vibration of my phone. That night owl again.
“Speak,” I say.
“Can’t sleep either, Desire?” Laurent’s voice betrays slight surprise that I picked up on the first ring.
“Just about to. Good night.” I’m about to hang up.
“Hey, wait. I’m actually calling with good news.” Laurent’s tone turns dry. “The time to pay back your debt is almost here. According to our intel, a hitman known as Diver is about to show up in Ohio or maybe already has. Heard of him?”
“I have.” I tense, gripping the steering wheel tighter. Diver isn’t as crazy as Strangler, but he’s from the old guard too. He works quietly, leaves no traces.
“He’s been contracted to take out someone critical to the family. So you’ll find him and kill him first. You’re in no rush to get to London, are you?” I stay silent. “I’ll let you know when it’s time to hunt.”
The line goes dead, and I toss my phone onto the empty passenger seat.
Laurent is playing with me. Diver’s appearance is far too convenient a coincidence.
Most likely, it’s just a smokescreen to keep me busy with “important work” while the family’s hounds take out Aurora.
Father knows about her—he made that perfectly clear—and his tone was displeased.
Maybe he’s decided I’m risking the Kingdom for pussy.
Or maybe that bastard Jefferson has already whined to my father about me harboring a living witness, and he’s ordered Laurent to come up with a way to tear her out of my hands.
I can’t refuse an assignment and openly go against the family, but I’m not handing my girl over to them to be torn apart either.
Taking Aurora to my place right now is only a half measure.
Her apartment isn’t safe, but simply hiding her isn’t enough.
I need to bind my fate to hers for good.
Build a wall so the family understands clearly: touching Aurora means touching me.
If they kill her, they’ll gain a mortal enemy in me—and they’d have to put me down too.
And I seriously doubt eliminating some random witness outweighs my value to my father as a killer and his personal project.
Yes, I’m obsessed with her. But I’ll make sure she becomes totally obsessed with me too. I’ll become her only reality and shield her from the rest of the fucking world.
The decision is made. Now I just have to make it happen.