Chapter 11
Roman
I’m grateful that I’m holding her when she passes out. Carrying her over to the sofa, I place a pillow under her head and go for the smelling salts in the emergency kit. She startles for a moment, looking around in pure fear. “I’m not going to let him get to you ever. I’ll protect you.” I stand up to get her some water, but she grabs my forearm fiercely. “Don’t leave me.”
I bend down and kiss her lips. “I’m not going anywhere. There’s a fridge across the room. I need to get you some water.”
I focus on Lindsay, lifting her head and getting her to take a drink. “I’m sorry, baby.”
“He’s here,” she stammers out with her body quivering. I pull her up to a seated position and wrap her up in my arms.
“Hopefully in a body bag soon. He was outside the property, but he’s causing a ruckus, but it’ll be over before you know it. I won’t let him get to you. You have to remember that.”
She whips her head up to look at me with fear in her eyes. “What about Brent? We have to get him to somewhere safe.”
I rub the back of my neck, attempting to let it out gently, “Yeah, that’s another thing…”
“What? Please don’t tell me.” Her eyes water with unshed tears and her lips parted in fear.
Fuck, I hate that I put that look on her face, so I spit it out, “He’s alive. Although Guest attacked him this morning while you were in the shower.”
“Where is he? We have to get to him.”
“No. You’re not going anywhere. He’s fine and well protected. It’s you we need to keep safe.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because he told me not to. Do you see that you just fainted because Guest’s out? I needed to have you somewhere you could be protected. It’s not like her apartment was safe enough."
“He doesn’t know where she lives.”
“I’m sorry, but yes he does. He was also at the park yesterday. I saw it when I got home last night.” I hold her close, rubbing her arm and brushing her hair out of her face. My phone goes off, and I answer immediately. “Yeah.”
“The police want a word with me. Do you want to stay in here or join your friend?”
“I’ll go with Katherine. That’s why you brought her here isn’t it?”
“Yes, your brother asked to take both of you to a safe place,” I say, brushing her hair out of her face. “I had to think quick.”
“He’s in love with her,” she blurts out.
“I know. I found that out the second he showed me her picture,” I chuckle, cupping her face. “You can be mad at me if you need to be, but I love you, Lindsay.” I drop my head, taking her mouth. She doesn’t resist at all. Her hands thrust into my hair, and I pull her onto my lap. My cock’s getting stiffer by the second. I growl against her mouth, kissing down her neck. “You’re mine, and I promise that I’ll make you so damn happy.”
A knock at the door causes us to freeze. “What?”
“The cops are waiting.”
“Fuck, I’m coming.” I move her back to the sofa so I can stand, then lift her in my arms cradling her. We exit the safe room and into the study where the police have gathered. The cops are better looking than I expected and both of them have their eyes on my woman. I wrap my arm around her waist, pulling her to my side.
After about twenty minutes of explaining what’s going on, they leave with a promise to search for him. The girls and Brent are still going to have full security on them. I did inform them that if he comes after her again, I will end him. The lead cop nodded in agreement.
“Well, that was eventful.” Lindsay glances over at her friend who seemed to be away in thought, then Lindsay informs me, “I need to call my brother and have him tell me he’s okay.” Katherine’s eyes pop open and focus on her.
“Here baby, I’ll call him and hand you the phone.” I dial his number, and he picks up on the first ring.
“Is everything okay? Where’s Lindsay and Kat?”
“They’re both right here. Lindsay wants to make sure you’re alive. She doesn’t believe me.” I hand her the phone. She steps out of the study and talks to her brother. I give them the privacy because there’s no danger in the hall.
About five minutes pass, and I don’t hear her. I look out to see she’s gone. Damn it, I run to the family room, she’s not there. Then I run to my room, and before I get to the door, I hear the shower. I hurry down the stairs and tell them, “Lindsay, and I need to talk. I don’t want to be bothered with anything.”
“Cool, I feel that large sofa calling my name.” I leave them there and dash back upstairs with my cock pressing against the teeth of my zipper.