“I need the footage from the hotel CCTV. I wanna see who it is, if I can recognize them.”
There was noise in the background, as if Rider was moving about his house, and Seb realized how late it was. “Shit, I forgot the time, sorry, Prez. This can wait until tomorrow if you ask Lawless to look into it for me.”
“I was up anyway. Alpha is dealing with something,” that meant he couldn’t disclose it over the phone lines, “You young guns always giving me fuckin’ ulcers.”
Seb chuckled.
“I’ll contact Lawless to see if he can break into their servers. He’ll be tickled fuckin’ pink to use his facial recognition program. It’s always a happy day for the enforcer when he can spy on someone.” That was true. Those Penns were weird as fuck because Saint was the same way. He got off on knives and mind games.
“It’s probably nothing, but I’d rather know it’s nothing more than be left wondering.”
“You listened to your gut. It’s mostly why we’re alive today.” Rider said.
After the call, he stayed in the living room for a while, percolating things in his head until he yawned and padded back into the bedroom.
The lump underneath the covers called to him silently, and Seb’s heart tugged as he crawled into bed with Sunny.
“Where did you go?” she asked sleepily when he curled an arm around her. “I missed you so much.” Sunny’s nose nuzzled into his chest like she was trying to burrow into his skin.
More asleep than awake, his girl lifted her face, and Seb accepted her sweet invitation; falling into Sunny’s warm mouth, he lavished lazy kisses on his wife, knowing she was already half asleep and he couldn’t start anything, even though being close to her revved all his engines to full throttle.
As she settled into his chest and pawed down his stomach until he covered her hand, she purred several times but eventually fell asleep.
Seb took a while longer to follow her because his mind was busy. What if it was the same guy messing around with Seb’s life? What if he went after Sunny?
She was the most important person in his life.
It wasn’t a throwaway sentiment for him to declare he’d set fire to every inch of the earth if a hair on her head were touched. He meant it with all of his heart.
It didn’t take a violent man to turn into a monster.
It only took a moment—an event where someone touched someone they loved, and then a monster was born.
Seb would be the fiercest demon the world had ever known if something terrible happened to his Sunny.
As sleep dragged him under while he held his precious wife, he had to hope that the guy was just a die-hard romantic and not some lunatic who’d followed them from Colorado.
Because if it was the latter, and someone had a serious, unknown vendetta out against him, then shit just got real.
The call came late the next afternoon while Seb was walking around a flea market with an over-excited Sunny.
You wouldn’t think she’d grown up wealthy. Now that they were married, she was financially secure since his assets became hers; she enjoyed negotiating for inexpensive items she could have easily afforded.
“The point of markets is to barter with the price, Seb,” she’d schooled him earlier. It was fucking cute to watch.
Even after she’d bartered and turned a radiant grin his way, looking like the cat who’d deep-throated a canary, he fished out the money from his clip to pay and then moved on to her next caper.
They’d had a lazy morning.
It started by showering together.
He might be under the thumb already because he loved that shit. Doing personal tasks for her, like washing her hair and ensuring the suds were rinsed off her body. He hadn’t fucked her since their wedding night. She was still tender, but it didn’t stop him from rubbing a little pleasure out of her just by toying with her sensitive areas.
His phone vibrated in his back pocket. He’d only brought it because he’d been waiting for the call. Sunny was busy munching her way through a bag of blue cotton candy as he answered. His other hand dropped low on her spine, directing her through the market crowd to an empty bench. He remained standing.
“Yeah?”
“Yo, mister honeymooner, how goes it?”
