Page 12 of Run to Me

Before I even know what’s happening, Gary advances on me and presses his lips to mine. I freeze as I feel his lips against mine before getting my bearings and pulling myself away.

A look of shock flashes across his features and his brows furrow in confusion.

“Sorry. I’m not really feeling it but thank you for tonight.” I give him a tight smile and he nods before getting back inside the cab.

Once the cab pulls away, I finally let out a breath of relief before turning towards my building, only for that familiar feeling of being watched to return. It’s been a while since I’ve sensed someone watching me, and I’m probably just being paranoid. That still doesn’t stop me from turning around and looking up and down the sidewalk to see if anyone stands out.

Except this time is different, because parked down the street in a black car and staring straight at me is the man who currently haunts my dreams.

Enzo.

Chapter Six

Enzo

He kissed her.

His lips touched hers.

He fucking kissed her.

The asshole who took her on a fucking date, pressed his lips to hers as though she belonged to him.

She. Fucking. Doesn’t.

Fuck, she doesn’t belong to me either.

The only thing keeping me from losing my shit right now is the fact that she pulled away and he got back into the cab alone.

I’m not sure what the fuck I would have done if he followed her into her apartment.

Or if she went home with him to his apartment.

I’d probably burn the fucking building down and smoke them out.

I sit and watch as the cab pulls away, the burning sensation I’ve felt in my gut since I watched Robyn greet the little asshole in the restaurant lessening as it drives away.

Away from my girl.

Except she’s not your fucking girl.

I watch as she approaches her door, I’ve done this plenty of times now. I’ll just wait until she’s safely inside before I leave and do what I need to do.

Except, rather than unlocking the door and heading inside like she usually does, she turns around and her eyes connect with mine.

There’s a question in her gaze, as if she’s silently asking me if it’s me that’s been following her.

I know she’s been able to sense me watching her, I could tell from the way she would speed up when walking home and rush inside, only to peer out of the window and look down at the street seconds after she made it inside.

I hold her gaze since there’s no use denying the fact that I’ve been following her, watching her, keeping her safe.

After maintaining eye contact for a few more seconds, I dip my chin in acknowledgement, watching as her brows furrow and she spins back around before unlocking the door and walking inside without a backwards glance.

I wait a few more moments to be sure that she’s had time to lock the door behind her before putting the car in drive and heading towards the warehouse where one of my men is waiting with a gift for me.

The drive doesn’t take long, not with the thoughts echoing around in my head. Voices screaming at me that I shouldn’t be doing this, that this isn’t what she would want, that I shouldn’t let my brand of crazy loose in any part of my angel’s world.

But I can’t stop myself.