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“I’ll be fine. You don’t have to come check on me.” I try to reassure him. But his eyes get this dark glint in them.

“Yes, I do. You’re mine, Delaney.” He practically snarls, caging me back in against the wall. “That means all of you. Every piece of you. Inside and out. Mine. We’ve been dancing around each other for too fucking long. I protect what’s mine.”

My eyes widen so hugely I’m almost worried they’ll fall out of the sockets.

“I also wouldn’t be opposed to you being naked when I come back for you later, because I intend to enjoy every bit of this body tonight.” His hands roam down my backside, giving my butt a hard squeeze. “No more fucking around, beautiful. I’m not waiting another day to have you. To be inside you.” He kisses me again and I do my best not to faint.

Holy crap. he said I’m his and he wants to be inside me.

Whatever is pulling him from our date I hope it doesn’t take too long.

If his kisses are a preview of what is to come I can’t wait.

Chapter Thirteen

I didn’t want to leave her. But I fucked up. I should have known better than to take out that movie theater kid. Knew I’d be called in on it since I’m closest to the scene. I wasn’t thinking, well, I was, but I was only thinking about Delaney.

I need to draw a line somewhere, because there won’t be a next time. Next time I’m with Delaney, no interruptions, which means I’ll need to dial back my inner monster so I don’t get called out again.

I arrange for the one cab in town to give Delaney a lift home so I can quickly get done what needs to be done, and head towards the crime scene. Sure enough, it’s mine, except not quite.

Fuck. That cunt was here. I should have known. I didn’t play with the fucker, but it looks like she did. Precise knife wounds over his chest in the shape of a heart. And since lately the bitch has been leaving notes, I scan the entire scene, trying to find it. And there it is, a small piece of paper, barely noticeable, sticking out of his bloody mouth.

I peek behind me and notice the rest of the crew just getting set up, so I grab the paper and quickly give it a read.

Couldn’t even finish the job right. She’s a distraction.

You deserve better.

Me.

I put the note in my pocket and get up. Letting the team get to work. I really need to get this bitch. Why is she so damn difficult to locate lately? I used to see her fucking everywhere, and now I can’t pin her down at all. I thought maybe that was her in the alley but I couldn’t get a good look at them. They were walking too fast and I was caught up in kissing Delaney.

Fuck me does her lips taste sweet.

“Damn shame,” another guy on the force tells me. “Was a good kid.”

I nod. What can I say? Sure I killed him, but I damn sure didn’t carve up his chest.

I know I fucked up this time. I should have had more control.

I’ll need to keep a closer eye on Delaney, even round up my sister for some extra eyes. Which won’t be hard to do, unless she’s off trying to get laid. Though if I tell Talia that Delaney could be in danger, I know she’d drop everything to stick to her like glue.

My sister has always been protective of Delaney, almost as much as me. Ever since the first night Delaney came over with bruises and refused to tell anyone where they came from, we’ve looked out for her.

Why Delaney’s mother put up with that shit I’ll never understand. She had been with Delaney’s father since she was a teenager, but he passed away when Delaney was three. Icy roads took him out in a nasty accident. Ever since then, Loretta, Delaney’s mother, was just a hot fucking mess.

I put the bitch out of her misery myself, after she let her sick fuck of a second husband abuse the shit out of her daughter. I was the arresting officer that night, tacked on as many offenses as I could to make sure he stayed locked up as long as I could get him too. Then a week later, I stalked Loretta. Bitch was trying as hard as she could to get him out of jail by saying Delaney was making up lies.

Nah, the bitch got what was coming to her. I snuck into her room in the middle of the night, and cut her wrists, making it seem like the bitch offed herself. I just wish I thought ahead on that one a little better, because Delaney was the one that found her body the next morning.

I kicked myself in the ass for that for months afterwards. Especially after seeing the nightmares night after night, on Delaney’s face.

Tonight though, there won’t be nightmares, because I’ll be right there, planted deeply inside of her all night.

Tonight, she’s finally mine.

All mine.