Leo
I check my latest sext from Elena and can’t believe what she’s sent me… a couple of panty shots and one of her new high heels. Fuck, this girl has me going. I can’t wait to get to her house and just ravish her. It’s been a long night thinking of her being at that club without me. At this point, I like Elena to be at my side at all times, at least until we get this stalker thing under wraps. Besides being engrossed by Elena, thinking about this criminal is all I can focus on. I want him out of her life and behind bars, quickly.
To my horror, when I pull up to her house, I see her struggling against a man on her front steps. He’s dressed all in black with a mask concealing his face so I can’t get a good look at him. It’s him. I know that for sure. It’s the stalker, and the worst thing imaginable is happening right in front of my eyes.
My lion mode switches on, and I’m out there in an instant with my weapon pulled. I see Elena’s wide eyes staring at me, imploring me for help. Fuck! I can’t get an even shot. He’s got Elena held in front of him so that if I shoot, I risk losing her. I would never take that chance.
I’m filled to a level of fury I’ve never witnessed before. The fact that he has come near my girl again makes me flare. She’s mine, and no man, especially this fucking criminal, is going to come between that. I want to take a shot at him so bad. If he wasn’t holding her like that, I’d have him tackled to the ground, full of bullet holes in no time. Seeing his hands on her just makes my skin crawl, and I want this asshole gone for good.
The problem is, not only can I not take a clear shot, but I can’t tell if he’s got a weapon to her back or something. I can’t take a chance, not on my most prized treasure, my beautiful woman. She’s the one girl I can’t live without and if I lose her in this moment, I will never recover from that, never.
I’ve got my gun on him, urging him to let Elena go before he gets hurt. I’m trying to keep my cool and work him down. I don’t want him making any rash decisions, psycho that he is.
Just then to my relief, comes the scheduled patrol car. The sight of it shocks the guy and he releases Elena by pushing her toward me, knowing that this move will still block my shot at him. He runs off into the darkness, jumping fences to get away. The patrol car takes off after him.
All I can think of is Elena. I pull her safely in my arms, and I kiss her and check her face for injury.
“Did he hurt you?” I can’t help but yell. “Did he fucking hurt you? Let me see your back. Are you okay? Elena! Tell me, are you okay?”
“Yes! Yes. I’m fine, okay. He didn’t hurt me. I just struggled against him before you came. He almost had me in the house before you came.”
She sobs into my chest, and I want to rip that guy to shreds just thinking of how he hurt my princess. Fuck! I’m heated up. The rage is at a point that it won’t be tamed until I see this guy either dead or behind bars. I couldn’t care less what happens to him as long as he leaves her life forever.
If I had just been here a second sooner, if I had just shown up early, he would have been met with my wrath instead of touching her. His hands would not have been all over my baby, scaring her like that. I vow to get this situation under control. I won’t have this again. Elena is going to get a full force of protection.
I scoop her up in my arms and walk her inside. I gingerly place her on the bed and examine her beautiful body. I check her face once more, her arms, her neck, and her back. I remove her clothes to investigate every inch of her body to make sure that she really is okay. There are scratches on her arms and some bruising on her legs. This makes me want to die, scream, rage, or punch somebody. This is it. He hurt my girl, and for this he will pay.
I find a washcloth and wet it with warm water. I gently touch it to her superficial wounds and apologize profusely for not being there.
“Why?” she says. “You came to my rescue. You are my hero.” She’s still crying softly.
I’m normally so fearless in my job, but this time terror seeps through my body as I think of losing my one true love.
I look at her imploring eyes with concern. “Yeah, I’m fearless, Elena, but not when it comes to you. Just the thought of losing you…”
My voice trails off and she clings to me. I hug her, wrapping my substantial arms around her, trying to make her feel at peace. I realize my own discomposure is coming from a place of true love. I love this woman and that is why I’m in such despair. My anxiety stems from a place of loving her and now that this thought has made itself known, I squeeze and hold her tightly. I kiss all the parts of her body that are wounded and then I suggest she go take a shower, to wash this night off of her gorgeous body.
I set the temperature at a comfortable degree and help her into the shower. I leave the room to give her some peace, and so I can go figure out what the hell happened.
I head into the living room and check all the windows and doors before calling Bobbi down at the station. She tells me the stalker got away from the cops.
“Fuck!” I scream into the phone.
She also tells me that Darius posted bail, and now I’m fucking livid. How could they let him out? He obviously did this! I tell Bobbi they better pick him up again ASAP or else I will be the one to do it myself.
I’m not going to leave Elena alone again until that guy is in custody. I sigh into my hands, preparing in my mind what measures need to be taken to make sure Elena stays safe. I set about making some phone calls while she’s in the shower. She doesn’t need to hear this anyway. They’re gonna get the extent of my rage, and I don’t want her hearing that.