Page 34 of Run to Me

Chaos has been at the forefront of my mind all day after I was given the information by my new friend. When Robyn first told me about the incident with that little fucker—who I now know was called Troy—I had hoped that her brother simply owed him a debt and he was there to collect it for himself.

Unfortunately, that’s not the case. Instead, my girl’s brother has gotten her mixed up with a gang that’s slowly growing its numbers daily.

I spent hours torturing that asshole, bringing him to the brink of death before pulling away and starting all over again. He lasted longer than I thought he would, but the pain he felt still doesn’t feel like enough for what he did to Robyn.

After I showered and left the warehouse, I made a few calls to find out what I could about the Blue Vipers, and it turns out that they’re the assholes who were planning on helping Antonio Bianchi—Izzy’s father—move into the skin trade here in New York.

Turns out what started as a small street gang is slowly growing and taking over different territories around the city.

My father has been keeping an eye on them, and Alec is also looking into them because of their involvement in human trafficking since he’s on some vigilante mission to eradicate all of those sick fucks in the world who like to buy and sell human beings.

I don’t keep up to date much on the family business. They like to keep me on hand for when they want me to fuck shit up, but other than that I just kind of exist without really knowing what the fuck is going on.

But they won’t have a choice but to involve me in it now, because now it’s fucking personal.

I step into the apartment and am immediately met by the barrel of a gun pressed to my head which causes me to smirk.

“What a welcome home,” I say sarcastically, as Marco pulls the gun away from me, tucking it back into his waistband.

“Your girl has someone after her, I’m in a shoot first, ask questions later mindset. Could’ve at least given me a heads up that you were on your way,” he mutters.

“Like to keep you on your toes, brother,” I say with a grin before peering around the apartment and frowning when Robyn is nowhere in sight.

“She said she was going to bed about fifteen minutes ago,” Marco says before I start beating the shit out of him for letting her out of his sight.

“She okay?” I ask, concern clear in my voice since I don't think she usually goes to sleep this early.

“Yeah. Though she is scared of me,” he says with a rare hint of humor.

“How the fuck is that funny?” I bark.

“It’s funny because when I asked her about it, she openly told me that I scare her, but apparently you don’t. You make her feel safe and protected,” he says with a smirk before stepping around me and slipping out of the door.

I close and lock the door behind him while his words repeat on a loop inside my head.

I make her feel safe and protected.

She’s not scared of me.

Fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone who’s not family who hasn’t been scared of me.

Deciding to check on her, I make my way to her room and gently knock on the door. When she doesn’t answer, I press my ear to the door, hoping to hear her at least moving around.

I start to panic when I don’t hear anything and crack the door open, only to find the room empty.

My nerves skyrocket as I call out her name, but soon settle once I hear the sound of water running in the bathroom.

She’s just in the shower.

She’s safe.

She hasn’t run from me.

She hasn’t been taken.

I repeat the phrases in my head and take a seat on the bed as I wait for her to come out of the bathroom. I don’t have long to wait, after a few minutes the bathroom door opens and out walks Robyn, in nothing but a towel.

Holy fuck.