Page 4 of Run to Me

She walked home alone again.

At night.

In New York fucking City.

I swear my angel is trying to give me a fucking heart attack.

Does she not realize what goes on at night in this city? Does she not understand the danger she’s putting herself in?

She walked home at one a.m. for fuck’s sake!

It’s a good thing she has me to look out for her.

Luckily, dinner at my father’s didn’t last too long. I left as soon as Luca and Izzy did, not wanting to hang around. It was bad enough that I had to take time away from Robyn during the day so I could do odd jobs for my dad, I didn’t want to be at dinner too late in case she needed me.

And it’s a good thing I left early, because there’s no way in hell I would have survived if she had to walk home alone without me watching her.

I can tell she’s starting to realize she has someone watching her, following her. I don’t want to scare her, but I’m also not going to stop doing what I’m doing.

What if I stop following her because she’s uncomfortable and something happens to her? I’d never fucking forgive myself.

My whole family think I’ve gone off the deep end. I can tell they’re worried, though they were worrying for the wrong reasons. Apparently, Dad had asked Luca to check in with me and make sure I wasn’t going to hurt her.

Fucking hurt her.

I’d never hurt her, I want to cherish her, protect her, be her motherfucking knight in shadowed armor, watching over her.

It’s been a month since I first laid eyes on her. The first few days after the night at the club were hell. I had no idea how to track her down, how to figure out who she was and where I could find her. Luckily, my new sister-in-law—who it turns out isn’t the spoiled Mafia princess we were all expecting—seems to be some sort of tech whiz and helped me out by hacking the clubs’ cameras.

It turns out that Izzy is the complete opposite of the woman we thought she was. That became clear on the night of hers and Luca’s wedding, when she took Luca to a cabin in the middle of nowhere to show him the three men she had tied up in a basement. I like her. She’s good for my brother, and has been giving me good advice on Robyn, since I’m pretty fucking clueless when it comes to women.

My obsession with her only escalated after I knew more about her from Izzy. Once I knew her name and where she worked and lived, I started parking on the corner of the street at night to make sure she was staying inside where it was safe. Then it escalated, andI started driving this way during the day, slowing down just enough to get a glimpse of her.

She has a bad fucking habit of walking home from her friend’s house at night, so I make sure to be around in the evenings so I can see if she’s leaving her apartment because there’s no way in fuck I’d ever just leave her on her own.

My angel isn’t alone anymore. She may not know me, she may not have any idea of the full depths I’m going to for her, but she isn’t fucking alone. She never will be, if I have anything to say about it.

She’s the most precious thing I’ve ever seen, and I’ll be damned if I let anyone get near her.

Luckily, she doesn’t seem to be interested in dating, because if I had to see her with another man? I’d lose my fucking shit and probably end up gutting him right in front of her.

I really don’t think she would appreciate that.

As much as I enjoy watching her, I need to get fucking close to her but I can’t get too close; I don’t want to bring her into my life. I don’t want to put her in danger, but I also can’t stand not being able to see her up close. Which is why I bombarded Izzy with questions at dinner about what she likes to do in her free time. I needed an excuse to take her to the bookstore, since I don’t have a fucking clue about what books are good to read, I need my sister-in-law there as a buffer.

And I’ll finally get to see my angel up close, I’ll be able to look into her eyes. I’ll be able to talk to her, hear her voice. Maybe I’ll even get close enough to find out what she smells like?

I’ve thought about breaking into her apartment when she’s not home, but I’ve somehow managed to restrain myself, knowing if I do that, there will be no coming back from it. I’ll end up breaking in every fucking day, whether she’s home or not.

And then I really will spiral out of control.

The chaos has been absent lately, my need to create mayhem obsolete since I’ve been watching her.

It comes back sometimes when I’m away from her for an extended period of time. But when I’m in her vicinity, I’m at peace.

And it turns out peace is really fucking nice.

“Are you nervous?” Izzy asks from beside me as we grow closer to our destination.