Watch Over You (Defying Gravity #2)

Prologue - Axel

W ell… that happened. It’s the only thought in my head as I stare down at the massive hole I just dug… by myself… in the middle of the fucking night.

The moonlight beams against my skin as I contemplate exactly how I need to proceed. This took longer than I’d wanted and I should have called Dom to help, but it’s better this way. If things go south and this comes back to bite me in the ass, I’d rather not take him down with me.

I’m not a complete asshole.

This guy, however, is a total asshole. Well, he was —when he was breathing.

I should probably be more upset by tonight's turn of events, but I’m overcome with a sense of calm I’m nowhere near used to. Unlike when I saw her walking into Chicago’s premiere kink club, drunk and with another man on her arm.

I let it go for a bit—that’s a lie. I actually sat in my truck across the street and attempted to hack the security feed for the club.

I’ve always been good at computers, my skills growing over the years.

Mostly self-taught, but I’ve also learned from some of the best around the world.

The best couldn’t get me into Gravity, though, so I’ll eventually have to figure some other way, because admittedly I’m impressed I couldn’t get through.

It wasn’t until I watched them leave, with their hands all over each other, that the pull to action took over. Him acting like he had a right to touch her. Spoiler alert–he didn’t. And her, acting like a fucking slut, desperate for any cock she could get her hands on. It was disgusting.

Swiping my forearm across my brow, to relieve it of some of the dirt and sweat caked on my skin, I drop the shovel and retrieve dear Thadd from the bed of my truck.

I’ve covered my bases. He’s wrapped in heavy duty plastic and the break was clean, so there’s no mess.

I’ve kept his phone and wallet, so I can scrub him from existence later.

Can’t imagine anyone will miss this fuckhead, though. Better safe than sorry, I suppose.

I drop his heavy, lifeless body to the ground, and punt him, unceremoniously, into his forever home–where he fucking belongs.

It might seem like I’ve been through this before. Like I’m a pro. I’ve done and will probably continue to do a lot of fucked up shit. But this… this is a first for me.

It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. He was supposed to run off like a little bitch.

Like all the rest, never to be seen or heard from again.

But the dipshit just couldn’t keep his mouth shut.

He had to run it and call her names. Everything was fine, until he called her a whore.

I admit, I snapped. Actually, his neck snapped by way of my hands.

It had to be done and I’m not going to lose sleep over it.

What kind of person spells their name with two Ds anyway? He was basically asking to be put down.

It’s her own fucking fault.

The bane of my existence.

Mi muleta. Mi debilidad.

She thinks she can see other men? That she can fuck them? When I’ve spent so much time and energy watching over her? Protecting her from predators and douches with dumbass names?

Fuck no!

Jokes on her, because she can’t. She never will. I won’t allow it. I haven't kept her pure all this time just to let someone else defile her. All that hard work... only I'll be touching her. I’ve more than earned the right.

She may not know it yet, but Wrinley Anne Jaymes… is irrevocably mine.