47. Chapter 46
Chapter 46
Leon Aldon
All day at work, I’ve been overthinking this entire thing.
Is it a bad idea to drag Maeve into my world?
Can it even be avoided?
How is Maeve supposed to learn to love all of me if she doesn't know all of me?
Tonight I have to pick up four college men, men that would have gone to school with Maeve. I wouldn’t be surprised if she knew them, but they assaulted one of my patients.
Who knows, they may be the ones who have been going around campus raping people, but none of my other patients can remember any of their attackers aside from my newest patient, Abby.
She’s currently on suicide watch because of these men.
I did what I could to help her, I wrote her the prescription for a medical abortion, and as far as I know, she took it.
I will request blood panels from the facility after I handle these men. It isn't like her being pregnant would somehow save them. No, they're destined to die, have been since the moment that young girl came into my office in full tears.
Their remorse or lack of is all that will affect how brutally I kill them.
I breeze through my day pretty quickly. Thankfully, I was overbooked since I missed yesterday for Maeve's exams. She really did amazing, I'm so proud of her, and I hope she knows it.
By the time my last patient of the day leaves, it's far past sunset and I know on any other day my girl would be getting ready for bed at this hour, but I think she's either nervous or excited about our plans tonight.
I hate that I have to be cautious that she doesn't run, I hope soon I can take the collar off and we can just exist. That I can buy her a car and trust that she won't go anywhere, that she'll always come home to me, but I'm confident we will get there.
Maeve is in the living room when I get home; she's curled up under a blanket and looking like a fucking goddess in my sweatpants and a ratty tank top; it’s addicting.
"I missed you all day today." I tell her, rounding the couch to give her a kiss. It surprises me that she willingly reciprocates my affection, but I'm not going to make her feel insecure about it. I cup her face in my hand, stroking her smooth skin with my thumb.
This gorgeous woman smiles up at me, a smile I'm not sure I deserve, but I want it anyway.
I want every smile, every tear, every moan, every yawn; I want everything. I want her.
"Go get dressed, ma fleur. Something black and not too flashy." I instruct.
I smack her ass roughly when she goes to walk away from me and she jumps at the contact, squealing in surprise, but her glare towards me isn't as convincing as she thinks it is. She even blushes when I wink at her.
I grab the few things I need from the basement, lorazepam, rope, duct tape, a hunting knife, and unfortunately, the leash for Maeve.
It's a special leash that will connect to her collar and can not be disconnected without the key. I will keep the handle of her leash clipped to my belt for security.
I know she won't like that, I know it will hurt her that I don't trust her, but I can't, not yet. She's already tried to run once and I won't lose her. I can't lose her.
When I head back upstairs, Maeve is just coming back out of our bedroom. She's wearing a black pair of flared leggings that hugs her perfect ass so well I want to bite it. She's also sporting black boots and a black tank top, her hair is braided and hanging down her back. "You look flawless, fleur." I tell her genuinely.
I love the little blush she does when I compliment her, like she's not used to hearing it.
I offer my hand to her, smiling when she takes it. I know she's surprised we're leaving the house, but she looks afraid. "I turned the fence off. I won't let you get hurt." I promise her as I help her into my second car, my SUV.
I have too many bodies to collect tonight and won't fit in my car.
I know it’s sleazy, but I decide to hold off telling Maeve about the leash until we get to the first house. I can’t risk her asking to go back home.
I need her to see this.
Once we get to the first man's house, I turn to face her, staring at her apologetically. "I need you not to be upset with me, okay?" I plead.
She stares at me lost but slowly nods and I hate that I can see her heart break the second I pull the leash out of my pocket. She doesn't even say anything. She just drops her head and moves her braid so I have access to her collar.
I don't know if she's upset because I don't trust her, upset because she was trying to run, or simply humiliated, but I don't like the broken look in her eye.
I grasp a hold of her chin, tilting her face to look at me. "I know, fleur, I'm sorry." I say sincerely.
She breaks eye contact with me the second I let go of her chin, a gesture that destroys me.
I wait to clasp the leash to my pants until we're both out of the car, but she doesn't say a word. She doesn't even look around. She keeps her eyes at her feet and walks somewhat behind me up to this guy's door.
I don't have time to focus on her hating me right now, I have four college jocks to abduct, but I can't shut my mind off, I'm desperately looking for all the ways I can make this up to Maeve later.
Can I even make this up to her? Or have I just broken the little bit of trust that I’ve worked so hard to establish?
I knock loudly, gaining a few shouts from the other side of the door before one of these asshole jocks opens up and his eyes instantly lock onto Maeve.
“Ayye, Mark! I think someone brought you a party favor!” The guy at the door shouts without even greeting us, but he does walk inside and leave the door open for us to come in.
Is he even going to ask who I am or why I’m here?
Do these men have no sense of self-preservation?
Mark, one of the four, jogs up to Maeve and I as soon as we walk through the door and I close it behind me, but he’s not looking at me, he’s looking at Maeve and her leash.
He admires her for a moment before grinning at me, a sickening and annoying grin that makes me thankful that I’m not here to make friends. “I’ve been trying to get this little firecracker to come to one of our parties for years.” He admits.
When he grabs onto her leash, I snatch his hand and bend his wrist so harshly that he hisses in pain. “Mine.” I snap.
Nobody touches my Maeve.
It takes almost no effort to spike these guys' drinks, making me nearly laugh at how idiotic they are.
Again, do they have no sense of self preservation?
All I had to do was pretend to fuck up the classic party trick of making your beer fizz over, and they were spiked. I smacked the bottom of the bottle of beer I’d grabbed myself onto the top of theirs, dropping a little pill in their drink while mine foamed over and made a mess on the floor.
Nobody questioned why their drink tastes different or why I’ve repeated the same trick on every player.
Idiots.
But I must admit, it feels like a mistake bringing Maeve here.
She was supposed to come to see what I do and who I am, but it’s somehow turned into these assholes trying to swarm her every chance they get.
Several have grabbed her leash and two of them have tried to grab her. I have to admit, it’s getting increasingly difficult to correct their behavior without risking being thrown out of their idiotic party.
I’m talking to one of the players when I feel Maeve tug on my shirt and my focus is immediately on her. My focus will always be her. “Yes, ma fleur?” I ask quietly.
I turn and cup her cheek, seeing her looking both furious and saddened, I hate this. I hate that I’ve caused this.
She looks over to the couch, her focus on the woman half passed out. “Can I check on her? I think she’s sick.” She asks.
Oh my sweet, sweet girl.
“Of course, my love, but she’s not sick, they’ve drugged her.” I explain quietly.
She gives me a short nod and rushes to the girl’s side as soon as I unhook her leash from my belt.
I’ll keep an eye on her, but I don’t think she’s going anywhere if she's with that girl.
“So how’d you get that one? I’ve been trying to hit it since freshman year. The bitch is a prude.” Mark says.
I clench my jaw so tightly that it hurts, forcing myself not to react in any way.
It’s fine, Leon, deal with him later.
Take it out on him when we’re home for daring to call my woman anything but an angel.
“She likes men, not boys, you’re not equipped for her needs.” I say with a fake smile.
I know how to make these idiot jocks sweat, they’re all egotistical maniacs with fragile egos and an embarrassing superiority complex.
They’re all about as shallow as a puddle in a crack in the sidewalk during a drought.
“Dick.” Mark says with a bark of laughter, but he sways heavily on his feet when he goes to punch me in the arm.
Good. That means the drugs should be kicking in and he’ll be out soon.
I hope he falls face forward. I know I plan to kill him, but it would be a hilarious addition if he slammed his face right into this disgusting concrete floor.
When I turn back to check on my girl, she’s being as quiet as can be. She’s sitting on the floor in front of this girl, wiping her face with a random shirt she found and dipping it in a cup of melted ice.
It’s not much and it won’t help the girl, but I’m sure it makes Maeve feel like she’s helping.
“You okay, ma fleur?” I call out. She turns to me, but the look on her face is heartbreak and venom and all she spares me is a short nod.
When I spin back around, it’s to the loud thud of one of the guys hitting the ground.
God dammit! It was Mark and I missed watching him fall face first.
Mother fucker…
“Up, Maeve, it’s time to go.” I say.
Reluctantly, Maeve stands up, but her eyes are locked onto the girl on the couch. I know she’s not going to willingly leave her, so I grab onto her chin and make her look at me. “She’s going to be fine, ma fleur. She will wake up tomorrow and not realize that any of this happened.” I reassure her.
I don’t want her scared for this young girl, if anything, she’s unbelievably lucky that we showed up tonight.
When Maeve looks at me a little hesitant and looks back at the young girl on the couch, I pull her face and her attention back to me. “They’re coming with us, she’ll be alone here.” I promise her.
I pull her along with me back to the SUV and secure her leash to the door handle. Again, I know it breaks her heart that I don’t trust her, but I’m just being cautious.
Just to be extra safe, I also lock the doors so I have the time to load these guys in the car without worrying about someone trying to touch my girl.