AllFreeNovel
Share Us
If she’d been dead, it would have been bad for everyone around.
I would have revived that man just to kill him all over again.
“You’re a fucking mess,” I whisper down at her. Rage and affection war inside my chest though. I can’t contain the contradictory emotions that are almost violently gripping my insides.
This wasn’t fucking supposed to happen. I wasn’t supposed to fucking do this. To let myself be consumed by rage, by Atlas.
This ishisfault.
It didn’t used to be like this. Five years ago, Atlas was just a job. A broken high school dropout that I had to annoyingly keep an eye on. And slowly, little by little, she’s become the only constant in my life. She’s my only fucking friend, and she doesn’t even know it.
So yeah. I’ve gotten a little too attached to my work.
Okay, I’m a fucking addict when it comes to her. So much so that I’d risk it all. My position on that fucking team, at that fucking school, all to protect her from shit like this.
I came here for her, and I’ll leave all of this shit for her. She’s the endgame. She’s the only person who makes sense in my life.
I made a rule years ago when I noticed how much she was consuming my thoughts in the beginning. There was only ever one rule: Never. Ever. Touch. Her.
My gaze shifts over her curves. She looks so pretty where she lies, but I know the position, and that filthy fucking ground can’t be comfortable. I swallow hard, tuck my old mask into the inside pocket of my jacket. And then I break my rule. I’m careful as I pick her up, cradling her within a protective circle of my arms and pulling her against my chest.
Touching her is instantly a bad fucking idea. I know it is. At this point, everything about her is branded into my every fucking fiber. Now, the feel of her skin will be too.
She’s soft against my chest. Her lips exhale annoyingly delicious breaths against my neck. I inhale her scent. Something mouthwatering that I can’t quite place. It’s intoxicating. It’s fucking dangerous.
My anger climbs high once again, and my body jerks as I haul her away and toward her place.
Has she no fucking idea what dangers lurk in the fucking corners? There are killers out here.
I mean, none of them hold a candle to me, but that’s not the point.
Why would she walk alone at night?
And that asshole. The one from her class. The one with the creepy mustache. What the fuck was he thinking, letting her walk home alone?
I’ll take care of him next and his lack of decent fucking gentlemanly behavior.
I gaze down at her, my features softening.
She has no idea what evil is out in the world.
But that’s why I’m here.
Even if I’m not supposed to be.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I’m notsupposedto be here. I shouldn’t even have her in my fucking arms. I never wanted her to see me. I never wanted to come into contact with her, especially not like this. This wasn’t in the cards, and now it’s all gone to shit. I got too close. Too reckless.
And when my boss finds out, we’ll both be fucked. But I'll deal with him later too.
The thoughts spin in my head as I carry her through the back alleys. Her apartment isn’t far, and it’s easy to avoid traffic and watchful eyes. I’m used to it.
Once we’re at the morgue, I shift her in my arms so I’m able to reach into her book bag for the key to the side door.
My fingers burn when they graze against the luscious curve of her ass, and I pull them away quickly to fit the key into the door. I’ve studied the morgue. She lives beneath it; this side door is where she can enter the basement apartment without going through the area where the bodies are kept. I’m careful to close and lock the door behind me before I step down the long stairs and into her small home.
I blink as I take it in.
