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The man was bundled in a black winter bubble coat. The Patriots winter hat rested loosely on his head. His worried gaze never left my angry face. “It wasn’t my intention to torture the tenants.”
I placed the Glock in my waist band against the small of my back. I grabbed the super by the front of his coat. “You slimy maggot! You will fix the first two problems Malaysia brought to your attention by tomorrow, then bring this fucking place up to code! Do you understand?” I growled.
He shook his head profusely. “Yeah, yeah, I understand!”
Cocking my hand back, I released my fist, quick-sliding it across his jaw. The super’s body hit the floor. He massaged his cheek with his hand.
I leaned over him. An angry scowl consumed my face. “Oh, one more thing. Malaysia is no longer a tenant here. She is moving out of this run-down building, today! Don’t think about holding her deposit...”
I twisted his coat in my fist, pulling him close. “Or I’ll be back, and next time, I’m breaking a limb!” I roared.
“The movers will be here tomorrow. If I’m informed the apartment was cold, I will pistol whip your ass!” I slammed his head against the wood floor.
I grabbed Malaysia’s hand, leading her out of the super’s apartment, down the hall into hers. I stormed into the bedroom, yanking the clothes off the plastic hangers that rested on the short wooden bar in the small closet. I tossed each garment onto the bed.
She watched as I continued to unravel.
“You’re coming home with me. You can stay as long as you want. If you want your own place, I’ll rent an apartment for you downtown.” I pulled her into my arms. “I want to be clear the OH is officially over. Fuck L.A. I can’t lose you. You are my woman now. No more stressing. I need you. It’s me and you, Malaysia. I always wanted it to be me and you from the first day I laid eyes on you. If you wouldn’t have presented the OH that night, I would have asked for your phone number. You’re the first woman I wanted to make time to chase. So many times, I said I was too busy for a relationship. Yes, I work over fifty hours a week but I look forward to snuggling up to you in my free time.”
She pushed me away, shaking her head. “Ethan, no.”
“I’m falling in love with you, and it’s making me crazy. I’ve never felt like this for another woman. You are all I think about before surgery, after surgery. I feel sick when we are apart. And those fucking OH rules were getting on my nerves.” I cupped her face.
Malaysia wasn’t pulled together perfectly like she normally was when she visited, but I didn’t care. I wanted all of her. Even in her scarf and flannel pjs.
“If I want to eat your pussy any time of day or cum inside you every time, we make love, then so be it. I told you the other night I’m not letting you go. You are my future, Malaysia.”
She chuckled. Then that smile I love so much lit up her beautiful mocha face.
“Bring what you need for today and tomorrow. The moving company will take care of everything else.”
She stood back, visibly shaken, holding her fists against her forehead. “What did I do to deserve you?”
Those long silky eye lashes slammed shut over her oval eyes that took my breath away. And those sexy, pouty lips trembled.
“Malaysia, you don’t have to do anything. You are a beautiful person inside and out. Let me take care of you today and everyday from here on out. You know what, don’t say anything. Get dressed. Let’s get out of here.”
“Ethan, I no longer have a desire to move back to L.A. I want to be here with you.” She fell into my arms.
“I’ve fallen in love with you.”
I exhaled. I knew she did. I could see it in her eyes every time I kissed her lips and held her close. Malaysia was officially mine.
Malaysia stood in the bathroom door way, wrapped in a plush red bath towel, staring into my eyes. Her natural curly hair was pulled into a bun. “My knight in shining armor.” She rested her hands on my bare chest.
“That’s me, beautiful.” I grinned.
She blushed. “Do you really think you can find my brother?”
“I certainly hope so. Peter will be over shortly. He will scour the streets.”
On our ride back to my condo, Malaysia had received a frantic call from her mother. She’d told Malaysia her brother had returned home for about thirty minutes. He’d slipped a revolver into his waistband, kissed her cheek, then fled the house. He’d walked to the corner, hopping inside an old black Regal. She hadn’t been able to get the license plate. Her husband had jumped into his car, scouring the streets, but no luck. I’d called Peter right away. He was eager to assist. We won’t stop until we find her brother Jordan.
Once Peter arrived, we joined him in my office. Malaysia’s head rested on my chest. I held her tight as we stared at the oversized TV screens.
“Malaysia, did you say your brother was wearing a burgundy letterman jacket?” Peter asked.
She stepped forward, gaining a better view. “Yes.”
