Page 19 of Run to Me
Someone leaving a fucking mark on her, when it should bemeandonly mewho gets to leave their marks on her.
Her brows furrow in confusion. “A name?”
“Yup. You see… six days ago, my sister-in-law was kidnapped by her crazy as fuck father and her friend who recently came back from the dead. Want to know the first thing she did once she got free?” I ask and she stares at me like I’ve grown another head.
Maybe I was a little too honest?
“The first thing she did was call me to tell me that when she came in here, she saw bruises marring that perfect skin of yours and was kidnapped before she could let me know. Now, be a good girl for me angel and give me a name.”
Her face pales and she instinctively rubs at her wrists. My blood boils at the fear that’s splashed across her face.
I can tell she’s not scared of me—for some fucking unknown reason—and instead, she’s gone into her head and is reliving whatever the hell happened when I wasn’t here for her.
Her body trembles as she collapses in a heap and I can’t fucking take it anymore, I make it to her in two long strides and wrap my arms around her, lifting her up from the floor. I walk over to the armchair where I sat her just a few short weeks ago when I came in here and found her on the floor.
Only this time I don’t just sit her down. Instead, I sit down myself and cradle her in my lap while whispering encouraging words against her hair as she burrows herself into my chest and sobs against me.
I’ve never been one to snuggle with a girl, but Jesus fucking Christ, this is something else.
Everything inside me settles as I feel her body against mine.
Nothing else exists, only me and her.
I can feel her heartbeat against my fingertips as I hold the back of her neck, thebeat, beat, beatreminding me that she’s okay. She’s right here in my arms and now that I’ve stopped worrying about everything that could happen and decided to fall into this headfirst, she’ll never be hurt again.
I won’t fucking allow it.
Can I really bring an angel down to hell to dance with the demons?
Yes. Because she’smyfucking angel, and I’ll do anything to keep her.
I’ll carve my heart from my chest and deliver it to her with a pretty little bow before I keel over on the floor if that’s what she wants.
There is nothing I won’t do for this girl, no one I won’t kill.
Chapter Nine
Robyn
Idon’t know what the hell possessed me to break down in the arms of my mysterious stalker, all I know is that—for some unknown reason—I feel safe in his arms.
The tears have stopped coming now and my body has stopped trembling.
But Enzo hasn’t loosened his hold on me.
He hasn’t stopped whispering sweet words into my ear.
He hasn’t let me go, and I don’t think I want him to.
I should be scared. Hell, I should be terrified, but there’s something about him that just makes me want to tell him all my worries, I want to share my pain with him and let him help me heal.
Except I can’t stay here, I can’t stay on his lap like this when we’re in the middle of my bookstore on a Friday afternoon.
I pull myself back away from his chest and look down at his hoodie, cringing when I see the wet patch from my tears.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, not trusting my voice right now.
“Nothing to apologize for angel, now tell me what happened,” he demands, and I swallow the lump that’s building in my throat.