Page 8 of Run to Me
As usual, my thoughts return to my 5’4 brown haired angel and wondering what it is that she got up to tonight. She only ever leaves her house on Friday nights when she either goes to her friend’s place or they go out somewhere for dinner or drinks, so at least I don’t need to worry about anything happening while I was preoccupied tonight.
She’ll have me watching over her tomorrow, since she has an annoying habit of walking home late at night. She’d never leave the house without me if she was mine, but what happened to Izzy last week has solidified my thoughts on claiming Robyn.
There's no way in hell I can bring her into my life and risk something happening to her. I wouldn’t survive it. I’ll just have to settle for catching glimpses of her whenever I can, it’s become the favorite part of my days, seeing her from a distance.
Even if it is torture since I got to see her up close, I’ll take what little I can to keep her safe. She’s all that matters. She’ll always be the only thing that matters in my life from now on.
She’s my obsession, my lifeline and my damnation.
She’s my fucking angel.
Myuccellina.
Once I’ve scrubbed every inch of my skin and made sure that every droplet of blood has been washed from my body, I turn off the water and step out of the shower, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around my waist as I go.
My cock is painfully hard from thinking about Robyn, but I refuse to jerk off to thoughts of my angel while showering off blood. My girl doesn’t need to be tainted like that. She shouldn’tbe associated with my darkness at all, especially not after what I’ve done tonight.
Just the thought of associating Robyn with my life has my ears ringing and that all too familiar feeling of chaos bubbling up in my veins, begging me to wreak havoc upon the world.
Luckily, my phone pinging from the nightstand distracts me from my wandering thoughts and I sit on the edge of the bed before grabbing it.
I’d plugged it in to charge before taking a shower since the battery died while I was at the warehouse earlier.
Excitement shoots through me when I see I have a missed call and a voicemail from my realtor. I’ve been waiting three fucking days for the asshole to call me. I press play on the voicemail, setting it to play through the speaker before placing the phone back on the nightstand and leaning forward so my forearms rest on my knees.
“Good evening, Mr. Romano. I’m just calling to let you know that the owners of the property on Bryker Street have graciously decided to sell…”
Graciously,I snort.
Of course, they’ve decided to sell, that’s what happens when you threaten to dismember every member of their family if they don’t.
“The property in question will be available three days from now.”
Three days.
Three days and I’ll be living in an apartment that has a direct view of my angel’s bookstore and apartment.
My family will think I’ve fucking lost it, downsizing my apartment from a penthouse in one of the most sought-after buildings in Manhattan to a mid-floor two-bedroom apartment.
They wouldn’t be wrong, but I seem to enjoy being fucking insane when it comes to all things Robyn.
I’ll still be keeping my penthouse, though I’m not sure what the fuck for since I won’t be living in it. At least I’ll have it in case I need it in the future.
Yet I can’t see that happening, it’s not like I’ll ever let go of my obsession.
Istand and stare out of my new bedroom window, taking in the view I get of Robyn’s living room. I can just make out the silhouette of her sofa, and if I were to sit and watch on a night, I’m almost positive I’d be able to see her sitting there as she watches tv, reads her books, or whatever she spends her time doing while inside her home when I haven’t been able to watch her.
Luckily for me, that changes today.
The apartment was ready yesterday, but I had to furnish it before I could do anything. I had an interior designer onstandby and spent an obscene amount of money to make the place livable within twenty-four hours.
I’ve spent the last few days consumed by Robyn. Usually, I’d spend time with Izzy at hers and Luca’s apartment a few blocks from here, but Luca has kidnapped my sister-in-law and taken her on a well overdue honeymoon to my family’s island just off the coast of Italy.
I’ve never been to the island in question. My dad bought it for my mom before I was born, but since she died while giving birth to me, he couldn’t bring himself to go back.
This is the first time anyone in our family is visiting in twenty-two years.
Sometimes I wonder if I am the way I am because of the knowledge that I killed my own mother just by being born.