Chapter 24
Sebastian
Two weeks later
It’s been two weeks since the worst night of my life—two weeks since I almost lost her. And every single second of each day, I haven't left her side. It's probably annoying the shit out of her, if I'm being honest.
I’ve been bundled up on the couch with her in my arms all day, barely letting her go to the bathroom alone, because I don't want to risk anything happening to her.
She keeps telling me none of this is my fault, but that's not true. I might not have known about the blackmail or what Tyler and Anthony did, but I should’ve put it together.
I was in denial about everything. Mary has been my best friend for years, and I know her better than anyone, but I let my fears cloud my judgment.
I should've pushed harder, made her crack and tell me months ago. Instead, I shut her out.
There's still no word on Tyler’s whereabouts. He’s done a good job staying hidden, but Roman’s been keeping tabs. It’s only a matter of time before we find him.
Aside from finding Tyler, we took care of Dean Westwood. The day after Anthony died, the Dean was found dead too. Apparently, he passed away in his sleep. When I asked Roman about it, he only smiled. I didn't press on what he did to the old bastard. One less piece of shit on the earth.
We decided to have a movie night tonight. Maddie picked something called John Wick. I have no idea what’s going on because I haven’t taken my eyes off Mary the whole time.
Her blonde hair falls gracefully down her back and over her shoulders, and my dick hardens at the memory of how I had it wrapped tightly around my fist—her mouth taking me perfectly until I hit the back of her throat.
Her head swings towards me when my fingers lightly trail between her thighs. She sucks in a breath before sending me a scowl, her cute little button nose scrunching up.
“Would you pay attention?” she asks, trying to sound mad, but I can hear the amusement creeping through.
“I am,” I smirk, and her eyes roll. “What I’m paying attention to is so much more entertaining.” She leans back into my arms just as the front door swings open and slams shut. Roman waltzes in with a grin on his face.
“Got a present for you, Mary.” His sly smirk widens. She looks up at me, confused—until it clicks.
“You found him?” She jumps off the couch, basically running into Roman. “I did, Little Rebel.” Her head whips back toward me, and her eyes are full of eagerness.
“Where is he, Roman?” I ask, getting off the couch and moving to stand behind Mary.
“Basement.” His one-word answer causes Mary to start toward the stairs, but before she can descend, I wrap my arms around her waist.
“Get your crab hands off me, Sebastian.”
“Slow your roll, Rebel.” She bares her teeth at me, making me chuckle.
“Such a feisty little thing. Have I ever told you how hot you are when you're violent?” I murmur, my cock fucking hard as a rock.
“Fuck you. I’m ready. Let’s go.” I shake my head before releasing her and grab her hands, making sure she is looking at me this time.
“This isn’t a game, Mary. Are you sure you want to be down there? I can do this with Roman and put it behind us. You don't have to do anything.” Her whole demeanor changes. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath before looking back up at me with pure determination.
“I’m sure, Seb.”