Page 69 of His Ruthless Obsession

I run a hand through my hair.

“I mean that I’ve never thought about having… any love-type feelings before. All I know is that I have to have you.”

She frowns slightly, and I get the feeling that I haven’t given her the answer she had been looking for. How am I supposed to know what ‘love feelings’ are? All I have when I’m around her is this strange fluttering in my chest that refuses to go away and this urge to claim and protect her.

I’ve dated women in the past and have never felt this way.

Like a strange mixture of fear and thrill.

I’ve had temporary flings all of my life. It was always, “Killian, you’re emotionally unavailable”. I don’t have time for any of it, but now with Nella… well, I’m not so sure that I want it to be temporary. I only know that being emotionally available enough for an actual relationship is not in my wheelhouse. I disappear for days at a time with no explanation, my work leading me into situations that are dangerous and that’s not something most women want to put up with.

So, single I stayed.

“Killian, I’m really not sure what that means exactly.”

“We’re undefinable, baby. That’s all I can really tell you.”

She sighs at me. “You’re confusing me… you claim me as yours and act sweet with me. You comfort me during tough times. Isn’t that a relationsh—”

She clamps her mouth shut, looking down at the folded menu in her hands. A sad and forlorn expression crosses over her face. I want to reach over and smooth the lines that form on her forehead and pull her frown up into that dazzling smile that I miss seeing.

I can’t give her what she wants, but it wouldn’t be fair to string her along like that—to pretend like I can give her the kind of emotional needs she wants.

I open my mouth, ready to ask her what I can do to make her feel better, when out of the corner of my eye, I notice one of the waiters dipping into the kitchen at a frantic pace. I turn in my seat, narrowing my eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

I shake my head slightly. “Something’s not right.”

Nella lets out an annoyed sigh. “Killian, if you want me to stop talking about this, just say it.”

“What?” I glance back at her. “No. There’s something wrong.”

“Killian—”

“Nella. Shut up.”

She slaps her menu down onto the table. “Really?”

I turn again in my seat, spotting four men coming through from the double doors of the kitchen, each of them holding a gun in their hands.

“Oh,fuck.”

I stand and rip Nella down to the floor, ignoring her pained grunt, and flipping the table over towards the side of the kitchen.

Of course, offuckingcourse this has to happen right now.

I glance over at her, making sure that she didn’t hit her head when I yanked her down onto the floor. She sits up slowly, glaring at me through her hair.

Now that I think about it… maybe Nella would fulfill my death much sooner than these guys would.

I peek over the edge of the table, watching as the men spread out to canvas the entire restaurant. I only thank God I had the forethought to book the whole damn restaurant.

I grimace. Definitely looking for us, no doubt.

“Who are they? I don’t recognize them.”

I frown. Neither do I.

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