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“Kill,” she murmured, lowering her lips to my cheek. My eyelashes fluttered against my cheek, my arms wrapping around her, uncaring that I was maybe suffocating her by holding her this tight. But I’ve spent a lifetime searching for my people, for someone to love me the way I was, and now that I'd allowed myself to open my heart to Christian and to her, I couldn’t fucking fathom the life without them.
But with Tristan lingering around like a disease, threatening to destroy everything, I couldn’t stop my body from shaking, or my nerves from skyrocketing like this.
“I’ll stay here today,” she said, snuggling with me. “But I need to get my things tomorrow. I need to call my work, otherwise I won’t have a job to go back to.”
“Yeah, you will.”
She lifted herself up, looking down at me. “What do you mean?”
“I already told them you aren’t coming,” I admitted, putting her out of her misery. I knew I didn’t want her to go yet, and so I'd called, telling them she was sick and wouldn’t be coming in. Hell, I owned the fucking place. It wasn’t as if they could fire her.
“Cillian!”
“What now? I knew you wouldn’t be going anywhere.”
“I don’t want them to think I’m fucking the owner,” she said, trying to get off of my lap, but I wasn’t having it. I liked having her in my lap while Christian looked at us, chuckling. I liked knowing that she liked my touch even after we'd had the filthiest sex of my entire life.
My cock hardened just thinking about earlier, while her eyes widened, trying to hide the smile trying to push on her face.
“You are not getting hard right now,” she hissed. As if I could fucking stop it.
Christian walked behind her and stopped with his hands on her shoulders and his lips pressing to her hair. She lifted her head, looking up at him, then at me.
“You say that as if it’s a surprise, kitten,” Chris murmured, looking down at me over her head. “And no matter how pissed off you might be right now, he’s doing the right thing. He’s protecting you, and if you were out there right now, we have no idea if Tristan would follow you. We believe that he has people around this apartment as well, observing, taking notes, and I agree with Cillian—we don’t want you to be in danger.”
“But you can’t lock me in here,” she huffed. “I want to go out. I want to live, go for coffee, for a run… I can’t live in an ivory tower while life passes by me.”
“And we don’t want that,” I said, rubbing my thumb over her knuckles. “But until we deal with him, we can’t risk it. I need you to be safe, kitten. I need you to be alive, because I don’t even want to think what I would do if something happened to you.”
The tension in her body slowly dissipated, the understanding in her eyes almost knocking the breath out of me, and I knew she got it, why we needed to do this. Even if she hated it, she got it, she understood, and the breath I’d been holding suddenly whooshed out of me, making me lighter somehow.
Evelyn placed her hand atop of Christian’s and murmured softly, barely above whisper. “Take me to the bedroom.” She then looked up at Christian. “Both of you.”
And the suckers that we were, I stood up holding her in my arms and started walking toward the bedroom, with Christian in tow, spending the rest of the night showing her exactly how much we cared about her.
15
EVELYN
It’d beentwo weeks since Cillian brought me into his life, and true to their word, both him and Christian made sure that I had everything I needed. They'd brought my things from my apartment, my phone, and they parked them all inside Cillian’s bedroom that was also slowly getting filled with Christian’s things.
I wasn’t sure if it was a conscious or unconscious thing, but the three of us were slowly moving in together, behaving like an old married couple without even realizing it.
But I was bored.
I was so fucking bored, and going out of my mind waiting for the two of them to come back home, and I had no idea what to do. There were only so many books and movies I could read and watch before there was nothing left for me to do. My boredom reached the highest level when I started cleaning the apartment during the afternoon today, even though it was all clean.
Cillian had a lady that came once a week to clean everything up, but I just needed to do something. Anything at all.
I didn’t have to go to work, taking a much needed vacation, telling them I needed it after a fucked up flu I caught two weeks ago, and they believed me. But now that I was here, going out of my mind, I wished I had fought Kill and Christian more on the fact that they didn’t want me to work right now. Not until they'd dealt with Tristan.
But Cillian’s brother was hard to catch, and I could see how much it bothered Cillian that they were nowhere near close to catching him.
The walls were closing in on me as I sat on the couch in the living room, and I knew I had to go out. Just for a little while, just for a quick run. Cillian had programmed my access after that conversation we'd had, and I was free to come and go as I wished, but he begged me not to go out unless one of them was with me.
Hell, he didn’t even trust any of his men to guard me, that’s how paranoid he'd started to be.
But paranoid or not, I was going out of my mind sitting here, waiting for them like some dutiful housewife, and I hated that I was getting angry at them. I knew why they were out—they'd gotten a new lead on Tristan and his whereabouts, but that didn’t appease the little monster living inside of me that wanted to blame them for abandoning me.
