Caleb turns and looks at me, questioning.
It’s been a long night and day for all of us. I’m almost positive that Caleb hasn’t slept. He’s been here, at the warehouse, keeping a personal eye on the asshole who attacked Quinn.
He may not be a Savage, but he might as well be. He’s been nothing but loyal since the day we hired him.
“Thank you. For everything.”
Just knowing that sick motherfucker put his mouth on her… I want to start all over again with Maxwell, just to listen to him scream and beg one more time.
Giving me a small salute, Caleb smiles. “It’s my job, and I’m happy to do it for any member of this family.”
As I watch him leave, I can’t help but think about his words. About Quinn. Being part of this family.
And I fucking like it a lot.
CHAPTER 22
Quinn
CREEPS AND GUILT
I don’t even haveto open my eyes to know Xander is gone. His cologne still lingers, but it’s too faint. He left a while ago, if I were to guess.
Glancing at the clock, I yawn and stretch. My body protests, and my pussy and ass ache with every tiny move I make. It’s a good feeling, though. The best, actually. Xander literally wore me out until I was a glob of blissed-out goo on the bed. And then, instead of passing out right away, helped me in the bathroom. I could have died of embarrassment. But he was so sweet and gentle with me. I’ve never been taken care of by someone like that in my life. It made my brain all fuzzy and my heart swell.
Then I had to remind myself this was a one-time thing. A hookup. I needed him last night more than I could breathe, and I would have agreed to just about anything in that moment. And realistically, what we decided on is for the best. It doesn’t matter how much I like Xander Savage.
Technically, he’s my boss. I shouldn’t have fucked him in the first place, but after that creep manhandled me and told me he was going to have sex with me whether I wanted it or not, I needed Xander. Until he kissed me last night, I couldn’t take a full breath. But once his hands and lips were on me, praising melike I was someone special, the world felt right for the first time in my life. Xander is a confusing man, but the one thing I can say for certain is that I know I’m physically safe with him.
I’m just not so sure about my heart, though. Getting connected to any man is a bad idea. Especially a man like him. The Savage family is dangerous. They are the royal family of Las Vegas. I’m pretty sure they are involved with the mafia, too. Those things alone should be enough red flags to make me run. I’ve been through enough shit in my life; I don’t need the many problems Xander has to add to it. And it’s obvious that the man has some deep wounds that he hasn’t given time to heal properly. With as often as I smell alcohol on him every time I see him, I’m pretty sure he finds his relief in a bottle. Something I want no part in. I’ve been around enough addicts in my life.
That thought makes me snap out of the fantasy land I’m letting myself float in. Xander Savage is hot. He’s rich and has a big dick that he clearly knows how to use. But he’s not in a good place. Hell, ever since my mom was brought back into my life, I haven’t been in the best headspace, either. Between that and Jason doing what he did, my life is a mess. Neither of us is ready for anything more than what happened last night.
Letting out a sigh, which feels a lot like disappointment, I roll over and wince when my entire body screams in protest. Should sex make me feel like I did a full-body workout in the gym? I guess good sex should. And it was damn good.
A shiver runs through me at the memory of last night. How natural it felt. How my body reacted to Xander. The way I cried out as he made me come over and over until I was breathless and panting. Then he held me like I was a fragile doll. And he watched me. The same way he’s been doing for the past week or so. I haven’t said anything or asked why he comes into my apartment after I go to bed to keep watch over me all night. Any normal person would be freaked out by it. Or at least askquestions. Like, how is he getting into my apartment so easily? Why does he sit in the chair at the foot of the bed instead of sliding in and wrapping me in his arms?
I haven’t asked any of that because I’m not sure I want the answers. I’ve slept better than I have in years, and I have no doubt it’s because of the huge, terrifying man who protects me while I sleep. The same man who told me he’s going to kill the guy who attacked me.
So many red flags.
And they are neon and flashing.
There might even be sirens and horns that go along with them.
But right now, I don’t care. Because Xander Savage worshipped me last night, and then he held me and took care of me like I was a princess. And somehow, that makes all the red flags seem a little less scary.
Just as I stretch my arm down my front, my fingers sliding against my naked skin, my phone rings. As if I’ve been caught doing something I shouldn’t, I snatch my hand away from my body and lunge for my phone.
“Hello?” I answer the unknown number breathlessly.
“Quinn?” A familiar female voice sounds hopeful.
Before I can ask who’s calling, she laughs and speaks again. “This is Jordyn Savage. We met last night. I was so worried about you. I hope it’s okay that I called.”
Furrowing my brows, I bite the inside of my lip and stare at the textured ceiling.
Is it okay thatJordyn Savagecalledme?
