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Call me. Love you. –S.

She had thought to stay and wait for him. Maybe he would get back before she had to leave again, but that didn’t seem to be the case. She needed to get back home just in case someone dropped by, or shit, Darren decided to call her away from her place.

She couldn’t afford to be caught stepping out of line right now. Who fucking knew what Darren would do?

Her heart felt heavy as she slipped out of the room, and headed down the stairs, and left his house. She still kept an eye out for someone she might recognize.

Nothing seemed out of place.

That didn’t mean it was safe.

CHAPTER TWELVE

JOHN STEPPED out of his car, and tightened the neck of his leather jacket to keep the cool mid-September air away from his body. Only part of his mind was on the warehouse in front of him. The other part was back with Siena where he had left her at his place.

He figured by the time he got back, she wasn’t even going to be there. She mentioned she would need to leave as to not be noticed missing.

It sucked.

It was their relationship in a nutshell.

Fuck.

She didn’t know it, but she had helped him more than he could explain just by showing up to his place. Over the last little while, his mind had disintegrated into darker thoughts and places. It was a dangerous game for him to play because it meant nothing good was to come.

Depression was a bitch.

It could claw its way into John’s mind and life before he even realized the whore was there. And once she was in, she didn’t let go.

Siena’s presence was enough to filter through all the noise swimming in his mind, and the darkness thickening his blood. There was something about that woman keeping him from getting too deep into a headspace that he wouldn’t be able to get out of.

She fought for him.

She loved him.

She had his back.

What more could he want?

What more did he need?

Her.

He needed her.

Forever. To wake up to her every morning, and keep her close at night. He wanted her laughter filling up their house, and her warmth in his bed.

He didn’t want an hour here and there when it could be fit in when someone wasn’t looking. He didn’t want to sneak in and out of her life. He didn’t want it like this.

And yet, this was all he had.

John needed to take what he could get.

For now.

John tightened his jacket more, and jogged toward the warehouse. A white car drove by, but because of the speed and the clear windows, he didn’t think much of it as he crossed the street. Inside the warehouse, he found one of the Marcello Capo’s crews hard at work.

None of the fourteen guys noticed John step into the place. They were too busy taking apart what seemed to be a truck of electronics. Flat screen televisions, mostly, but some other high value shit, too. It would sell damn well on the streets—a sort of gray market for stolen goods, and a fast way to get rid of hot items.