Page 29 of Run to Me

My mind wanders back to Robyn, and I wonder if she’s already asleep in my spare room or if she’s lying awake worrying.

I don’t want her to worry, I want her to be happy and feel safe.

I’m not used to worrying about someone the way I do her, I’m not used to caring, or giving a shit about anything or anyone.

It’s fucking weird.

Marco texted me earlier to tell me she’d gone back to the spare bedroom and that she seemed fine, knowing full well I’d be stressing the fuck out, wondering if she was okay.

I’m not used to taking other people into consideration, yet I can’t seem to stop with Robyn.

Just as I predicted, I see a shadow move in my periphery vision and I turn my head to see the man Robyn described make his way over to the door that leads up to Robyn’s apartment.

I sport a smug grin as I watch him try and fail to pick the lock that I had replaced on the door before I kick off the wall I’m leaning against and make my way over to him.

My steps are silent as I come up behind him before announcing myself.

“Hey man, everything okay?” I ask, keeping my voice calm and friendly even though the beast inside me is rattling against its cage wanting to be let loose.

He jolts at the sound of my voice and spins around to face me before clearing his throat.

“All good bro, my girl lives here but she’s locked me out. You know how it is.”

My girl.

Did he just call Robyn his girl?

His fucking girl?

Deciding to not keep up the pleasantries, I cock my arm and throw a punch straight to the side of his head. He’s the same build as me and could probably give me a run for my money in normalcircumstances, but he doesn’t hold the anger that I'm feeling right now.

The hit knocks him backwards before he centers himself and staggers forward with the intention of hitting me back but I swing an uppercut to his jaw before he can, and I keep throwing punches down on him as he drops to the floor.

I don’t know how, but I manage to reign it in and stop before I end up killing him right here on the street. I send a text to one of my men that I’m ready, and there are three men and one of our SUV’s here within minutes.

I watch as they tie him up and haul him into the trunk of the car before they drive away.

I head back to my car and pull up my messages to send Marco a text.

Got him. How is she?

His reply comes within seconds.

Marco

She’s fine. Still awake, I think. But seems fine.

My brows furrow as I read the text on the screen and climb into the car.

What the hell is she still doing up?

Before I can stop myself, I’m turning on the ignition and bringing up her caller ID on the dash.

The line only rings once before she answers.

“Hello?” Her sweet voice filters through the speakers and immediately settles something within me. She’s the balm to my aching soul.

“Hey angel, are you okay? Marco told me you were still up,” I say as I pull out of my parking space.