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Chris

“Fucking idiots,” I mutter to myself as I watch the guard they put out in front of my angel’s house turn the corner and head back to the front porch where his equally stupid partner waits for him. Hopping the fence, I try to push down my anger because I only have twenty minutes with my girl before they make their rounds again, and I don’t want to waste it on any of these fuckers. It figures that Storm would call in his crew though. He’s probably got my sweet Ali under lock and key – anything to keep her away from me.

The hatred twists in my gut as I creep through the trees that line the back of her property, my heart pounding with each step. It’s been close to two days since I’ve been able to see her at all, and I feel like I’m losing my mind. My whole plan was almost shot to shit when I pulled up tonight and saw those criminals posted outside. I was so close to marching up to them and sinking a knife into each of their throats so I could go get my girl.

But I’ve got a plan.

Storm is going to know the hell he’s putting me through right now, and he’s going to know that I’m coming for her. Every day, he’ll wake up and wonder if today’s the day that he’ll lose her. That’s what my little gifts are all about. I feel terrible because I’m sure it’s starting to scare my angel a little bit but Storm is going to suffer for what he did. Each time he looks out the window of her house, he’s going to know that I’m coming for her, and his stomach is going to twist with the knowledge that he’s going to lose her. Forever.

I honestly can’t wait. The enjoyment I’ll get from watching his life fall apart will be unparalleled – until I end his life. In the beginning, I toyed with the idea of leaving him alive, making him watch as Ali and I built a life together, but in the end, I couldn’t risk losing her again. He’s in a gang, and no doubt he’s got connections that could make life difficult for me. So, I’ll kill him but only after he reaches his lowest point and wallows there for a little while. It’s a delicate balance. He needs to be in agony but not long enough to work up the strength to come after her. A smile stretches across my face as I sneak through her yard, imagining the depths of his despair.

Sweet, sweet revenge.

Reaching the back of the house, I creep along to her window, constantly scanning my surroundings just in case one of those fuckers decides to make his rounds early. That would be just my luck lately. When I get to her window, I peek in, and air rushes into my lungs as I suck in the first satisfying breath I’ve been able to take since the last time I saw her. She’s alone in bed this time, and my smile widens as I wonder why Storm isn’t with her. Well, this night is certainly looking up.

Thoughts of her captor are completely forgotten as my eyes roam down her body, over the curve of her hips, and down to her little toes poking out of the end of the blanket. Red nail polish covers her toenails, and I grin again, knowing she did that for me. She knows that red is my favorite color. I look over her again and again, committing her image to memory so that when I have to leave here, I can take her with me. It’s the only thing keeping me going right now.

My heart pounds as I press my hands to the glass, wishing I could be in there with her but I’m not stupid enough to assume that Storm left her. He knows I’m coming, and he would never leave her unguarded. Closing my eyes, I imagine that she’s back with me – under me – as my hands freely roam her perfect body. I miss the softness of her skin under my fingertips and the fruity, sweet scent that I get when I bury my nose in her hair.

With my eyes closed and my hand pressed to the glass, I let my mind wander. Leaning in close, I kiss her softly – letting her feel the depths of my love for her – before I take her hard, my passion controlling me. She lets out a little sigh as I slide into her, and she and I both know that we’re home. She gazes up at me, love shining in her hooded eyes as I pull out and drive in, again and again – never able to get enough of my angel. I hiss when her fingernails dig into my shoulder; urging me to go harder, give her more because she needs this just as much as I do. Anything she asks, I’ll do. She gasps, her body tensing underneath me as her pussy clamps down on me, and I can’t hold back any longer, spilling into her.

Opening my eyes, I groan as my cock presses against the inside of my zipper. I lean in and press my forehead to the glass, my chest aching so badly that I consider calling an ambulance for a moment. Slamming my hand over my heart, I just watch her as she sleeps. I’ll have to leave soon, and it’s going to kill me to do it. I need her. Without her, my life is completely empty and each day is a burden. Waking up without her next to me gets harder each morning, and I honestly don’t know how much longer I can do it.

My anger toward the fucker that stole her from me only increases, renewed by my desperation for her. The only thing that calms me is imagining the look on his face when I take her back. Well, that and sinking a knife into his body again and again until he is no more. Looking back to my angel, I press my lips to the glass.

“I love you, Ali,” I whisper, hoping that she at least feels me here. “I’m coming for you soon, Sweetheart. I promise.”

With one last look, I pull away from the window and creep along the back of the house as I check my watch. I should have another ten minutes with her before they do their rounds. Maybe I could just sneak in and spend a couple minutes with her. It would go a long way to calming me down right now. When I reach the French doors that lead to her kitchen, I peek in and mutter a curse. The object of my rage is asleep on one of the dining room chairs that he moved right next to her door. Keeping a close eye on her, no doubt. His stupid mutt is sleeping on the floor next to him, and I know that I’ll never make it to her.

Fuck!

I want her back in my arms. The need is clawing at me, stripping pieces of me away with each day that he holds her hostage. The only thing that will calm this beast that I’m turning into is my angel. I have to speed up the process, get her out sooner, because if I wait too long, we both may be lost. Sighing, I glance over at her closed bedroom door and decide that this weekend will have to do. As much as I’d love to torture Storm some more, it’s not worth giving up my Ali.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Alison

I sigh, tapping my finger on the table as I stare at the blank Word document on my screen, and my frustration builds.

“Just write something,” I whisper to myself, glancing down at the letter I decided to answer this time. With another heavy sigh, I grab it and read through it again.

Dear Ali,

My son has been acting out lately – getting into trouble with the police and giving his father and I attitude. It’s nothing too serious with the police but he keeps pulling these little stunts to gain our attention, and we’re at our wits’ end. His latest exploit is that he told us he’s gay. Now, I am a good Christian woman, and this is not who I raised my son to be. I’m worried with how far he’ll take this to hurt us and that his soul will be damned to hell. We’ve talked about kicking him out of the house until he gets his act together, and unless you can give us another idea, I’m afraid that it’s what we’ll have to do. Please help us.

Sincerely,

Devout and Disgusted

I read through it a second time, shaking my head as I set it down on the table. This has got to be a joke, right? I’ve got several responses to this lady but I’m not sure that any of them are appropriate for an advice column. Grabbing my phone, I fire off a text to Mercedes.

Me:

Do I have any restrictions on this column?

Mercedes:

Nope. Write whatever your heart desires.