Chapter 47
Atlas
I wasn't thrilled she was going to her house without me, but I had no choice. My controlling ass had to learn to give her some space. I didn't want to ruin the beginning of our new relationship. I laughed.
I am in a fucking relationship.
I never thought I would go that route, but meeting her changed everything. We'll do great together if I can be myself and she can make some of her own choices. She was perfect for me. If she doesn't mind dancing under my strap or whip occasionally, I'm all in.
I still want to mark her skin and do filthy things to her. That will never change. At least now she has consented to my unusual proclivities. Life is good.
The bell rang.
Shit, I forgot Yara was coming over.
I opened the door and invited her in. I didn't need the remote anymore. Kit was no longer my prisoner. She was my girlfriend, and that made me fucking happy.
Yara took a seat at the kitchen table. I sat next to her and started discussing the assignment in Brazil. Once I explained everything to her again, she changed the subject to Kitlyn.
"I'm surprised you don't have the girl here."
The frown on her face told me she wasn't happy, but I didn't give a shit. I loved Kit, not Yara. Although Yara is beautiful, I have never been interested in her as far as a relationship, and I wanted to forget about the disastrous ten minutes we spent in my red room.
I looked at her, unbothered. Her comments and opinions about my love life were of no concern to me.
I cracked my knuckles and leaned back in my chair.
"She was here a little while ago. I just sent her back to her place to pack some of her things. She is moving in. We are in a consensual relationship now."
Her brows furrowed, and her eyes burned into me.
" I thought you let her go and were done with the situation?" I shook my head, rubbing my goatee.
"I thought things were over between us, too, but it didn't turn out that way when I came back to confront her. Neither of us was happy with the distance between us, so we had a long discussion, and all is well."
She smiled while licking her lips and rubbing her hands along the front of her jeans.
"Oh, I see. Well, I guess congratulations are in order?"
I managed a smile for her benefit. I just wanted to get this meeting over with. I was thinking of texting Kit and heading out to her place to help her with some packing.
This is how obsessed I was with her. I didn't want her out of my sight for even two measly hours. I always feel that something terrible is going to happen to her.
You're a sick man, Atlas. You're a sick man.
"Thank you, Yara. I think we're all set here. We can discuss the details again a few days before the assignment. Until then, I will be busy with Kit. I'll be in touch when things settle."
She forced a smile, nodding. I knew she wasn't excited about my new relationship. I know Yara has always had a little crush, but I wouldn't stop living my life because she had the hots for me. The feelings weren’t reciprocated.
"Sounds good, Atlas. I am going to head out. I will talk to you later, and again, congratulations."
She stood up and left without so much as a glance my way.
She was pissed. I was tired of her bullshit and jealousy.
I think it's time to change partners to keep the peace.
We spend a lot of time together, jumping from mission to mission, and even though she is excellent at her job, it isn't a good idea to keep working together because of her feelings for me.
I am going to talk to Jacob and have him find another chick who can assist with the human trafficking rings. I think it's best to have Yara placed elsewhere. I know Kit isn't too fond of her; the same goes for Yara.
I didn't need the fucking headaches, and I wasn’t looking to get into arguments with Kit over Yara. To keep the peace, I will have her paired up with another agent. I’ll look for a new female partner before my mission in Brazil.
I glanced at the time. It's noon. I guess I can leave Kit alone for another hour. It won't kill me. I decided to take a shower and get ready for the day. I will let her deal with Becca; then, we can head to her place to pack a few more things. I will call a moving company when she returns.
Kitlyn
Jesus, I was running out of time. I have one hour left to get my stuff together. I spoke to Becca about Atlas, telling her everything that happened between us and how we are a couple now. Of course, she didn't understand why I chose to stay with him or how we fell in love.
After forty-five minutes of discussing my feelings for him and how this happened, she finally accepted my decision. She had no other choice. Atlas is the man I want to spend my life with, and although some people will never understand the reasoning behind it, I don't care.
It's nobody's business how I choose to live. I knew Becca would come around, eventually. If she wanted to remain a part of my life, she would have to accept him.
Once I moved all my things into his place, I planned to arrange a meeting between them and make a nice dinner for the three of us to break the ice.
I'm hoping Atlas behaves himself and doesn't give her an attitude. He may dominate me, but I can persuade him to be on his best behavior. After all, he agreed to discuss decisions with me before implementing his rules. A deal is a deal, and he is a man of his word.
"Hey Kit, do you want these pajamas?"
Becca came out of my bedroom holding up a tattered-looking flannel nightgown.
I laughed and shook my head.
"Oh, hell no. I don't think he would appreciate that ratty granny gown. He likes to see me in something sexy or nothing at all." My friend's gaze hardened. She looked a little hesitant but spoke her mind, anyway.
"I hope you know what you're doing, Kit. I mean, the guy kidnapped you. It's just fucked up, that's all. It may take me a little time to digest what's happening, but you know I only have your best interest at heart, and God only knows the company he keeps."
I smiled at her, knowing she was only looking out for me. I didn't take it personally. She loved me, and I loved her too.
I get where she's coming from.
"It's okay, Beck. I know it will take some time to get used to, but I know what I want. I fell in love with him. My captivity wasn't as bad as you may think, so please don't worry about me. I will be fine. I’ve met his family and some friends; they are all nice enough."
Everyone except Yara.
She put her hands out and shrugged.
"Okay, Kit. I won't bring it up again. It's your life."
I nodded, picking up more things to take with me.
"Thank you for understanding."
I grabbed my handbag and threw it into one of the boxes.
The gun was still hidden in the zipper compartment. I didn't need it now that Atlas and I were together.
I had no other stalkers who were a threat, so I wasn't concerned. Johnny was released, but Atlas told me he would pay him a visit and tell the loser to stay away from me. I know how scary Atlas is, so I am sure he made quite an impression, and I would never see the scumbag again.
It was 12:15. I needed to wrap it up so I wouldn’t be late getting back to my very bossy boyfriend.
I smiled. Boyfriend.
I liked the sound of it. Becca helped me put most of the boxes in the trunk. The last thing I needed to bring was Tuna boy. We went back into the house to grab the cat.
When we walked into the kitchen, two people with masks were standing near the door. I stopped dead in my tracks, putting my arm out to shield Becca. It was an instant reflex to protect her. My heart skipped a beat, and my hands instantly became clammy as I steeled myself against a possible attack.
I left my gun in the trunk…shit!
"Who the fuck are you?" I spat.
Before I could ask more questions, the two charged towards me and Becca. My friends' screams pierced my ears, making the hair on my arms stand up. Chills traveled along my spine as my heart thudded in my chest.
"What the fuck is happening, Kit?"
Becca looked terrified, and for good reason.
The two masked intruders couldn’t be good people, that’s for sure. Beck and I were screwed. Before I could answer my friend, she was stuck with a syringe and immediately collapsed to the floor.
Whatever drug that was in that needle worked quickly. A set of evil eyes burned into mine. I felt sick to my stomach. I knew we were in deep, deep shit. Before I could react, the needle went into my arm.
I wasn’t sure who they were, but maybe they had something to do with my boyfriend, so I threw his name out there.
"Fuck you. Atlas will kill you for this!" I sneered.
The cold eyes stared at me. A low whisper permeated my ears.
"Not sure who you’re talking about, but you and your little friend are going far, far away, so this Atlas person will never find you.
Oh, and here's a little advice before darkness takes over.
You'll both need thick skin to withstand what's in store for you. "
Then everything went black.
To be continued-