Jonathan I switched from one camera to another but I didn’t find any sign of my little mouse or my soon to be dead brother. My jaw was clenched so tightly it was a miracle my teeth hadn’t yet turned to dust as I drove the car, barely keeping it straight as my attention was shot to shit. Lachlan sat beside me calling his men to know what was going on. I wasn’t paying any attention to him, my mind was focused on the woman in my penthouse. The woman who had asked me to stay but I hadn’t. I should’ve.I had tried calling Jasper but he wasn’t picking up. I called the hotel manager, he wasn’t there to tell me anything and I didn’t have a front desk or any of the staff’s contàct to call them.My chest was so tight, my throat was closed up with worry and I wish I could just fly to my place and see f

Jonathan It felt like a boulder was pressed down on my chest and people were dancing on top of that. The hold this woman has on me was not good. But still I wasn’t much worried about it, I know I should be. The only thing I was worried about was the look of panic I had seen on her face and how she told me to get away from her. I hated that she thought I’d hurt her.When I came out of the hospital room, Lachlan was there. He looked at me with a scrutinizing gaze and said, “You shot him not one but three times. He could have died.”“And unfortunately, he didn’t.” I said as I leaned back against the wall and folded my arms across my chest.“I hope you know what you are doing.” He remarked, mirroring my action as he rested his back against the opposite wall in front of me.

Mila   When I opened my eyes next, it was dark except for the small bulb near the bathroom door and only a rhythmic beeping of the machine was audible. I didn't know what it was that woke me up but the pressing need to use the toilet and the chill in the air seemed the logical explanation. I looked around myself wondering if Sia was here, she had refused to go anywhere when Lachlan had suggested and instead she had gone to sleep on the sofa, but now as I looked on the sofa she wasn’t there. With a grunt, I pulled the IV out of my hand and slipped my legs off the hospital bed. My legs shook as they searched for balance on the cold floor. I didn’t know how I was going to manage all on my own as I could feel the lingering pain under my skin, but I sure as hell was going to try. I tentatively put some pressure on my left foot as it was the one wrapped in a

Mila I sighed as his fingers combed through my hair and carefully eased the knots in them. I closed my eyes my head resting against his muscular chest as we sat in a rocking chair, looking out the patio door. The sun was setting and the sky was a beautiful shade of pink and purple but what had me sighing in contentment was the man whose one arm was around my waist and another on the back of my head.I grabbed his wrist that was resting on my stomach and turned his hand between mine. “Are you ever going to tell me what happened to your fingers?” I asked. I have asked this same questions for the last few days and he hadn’t answered me once.“It’s nothing.” The same answer he had been giving me every time.“Then let me check…” I wasn’t going to but I touched the white bandaged and he pus

Mila   Once he was seated deep inside me, filling me, we looked into each other’s eyes. He demanded silently without any words and I answered, “I am yours.” He pulled out making us both groan as his thickness stretched my walls and then slid back in. I said, “I belong to you.” Again. “Fuck, Jonathan. Faster.” I demanded, my legs widening on their own accord for more of him. “Say it.” He demanded, his grey eyes glittered down at me. “This body belongs to you.” I offered. Another smooth thrust. This one deep, so much that it touched new places and made my insides stretch to accommodate him. “Everything of mine belongs to you.” Rough. Hard. His nostrils flared and he looked like a man