Trapping Sophia (Disciples 6)

No use in trying to keep us dry anymore. I don’t think she’s even aware of how wet and cold the air is getting around us.

April and rain are never fun in Garden City.

Cold and wet, just how I don’t like my pussy.

Although… I mean as long as it’s got a pulse...

Shaking my head internally at myself, I take her hands in mine and carefully take the key.

“I got it,” I say before unlocking and opening the door.

Nodding her head, Sophia just stands there, looking into the house. She doesn’t move for a long time and I can feel the approaching of night as we just wait.

We need to be moving. We need to get out of the rain and out of the sight of bullets.

But I can’t make her move from something like this.

I don’t want to make her move from something like this. She’s going to have to deal with the real world now, and I won’t force her into moving.

“I’m cold,” she mumbles quietly to herself before wrapping her arms around her chest.

I doubt she even knows she spoke, but I heard it.

Taking my suit jacket off, I gently lay it over her shoulders.

But the way she responds… It’s like I set a cattle prod to her ass. She jolts so hard, she takes a step over the threshold and into the warmth her body needs.

Well, I guess my touch was needed after all.

Or maybe she just really fucking hates my jacket.

A fat and fluffy gray cat walks right up to Sophia as soon as she steps inside. Meowing a loud meow as it wounds itself between her wet legs.

“The cat?” I ask as I watch Sophia bend over and pick the thing up into her arms.

Nodding her head, she doesn’t bother to look back at me still standing in the doorway.

Shutting the door behind me, I make sure to lock and bolt it. Don’t need any surprise visitors. Not that the door or locks would be much of a deterrent.

Pulling the gun from my hip holster, I drop the coat to the floor and step around Sophia to do a check on the house. “Don’t move, I want to check the house.”

Burying her head in the cat’s fur, she doesn’t respond.

The first couple of rooms are quick and easy. The house is only two stories and I have the floor plans memorized.

I know the floor plans of my obsession’s home.

Yep, creepy fucker right here.

Fuck.

Time to move on and forget that little thought.

There’s no sense in dwelling on me stalking her, protecting her, or my obsession of her. It’s not like I snuck into her house and stole her panties or anything.

It crossed my mind a time or two, but I didn’t, dammit.

The kitchen is empty, so is the walk-in pantry and the mudroom. Each room I go through on the first floor is empty thankfully.

But I hear the thud of feet going up the stairs as I’m making my way out of the study and feel my blood slamming through my veins, straight to my heart.

Slipping the safety off my Glock, I sprint toward the front of the house. Checking the door quickly, I don’t spot Sophia.

Which could be good because she just went up the stairs or bad… Fuck!

Racing up the stairs two at a time, I try to move as quietly as I can, but I can only be so quiet not knowing where she is.

Am I dependent on her? Yes.

Do I trust her to protect herself? No.

Checking each room as I come to them, I find her dad’s room and a couple of furnished but empty rooms.

The last door I get to is locked and I can hear movement inside.

“Sophia?” I ask loudly through the door.

“I’m home and safe, go away now,” I hear her say.

“That’s not the deal, Sophia,” I say loudly and start jiggling the handle.

“I have no clue what you’re talking about. Go away! I need to shower and…” she trails off and I hear her moving deeper into the room.

Most likely heading toward the attached bathroom.

I remember from the floor plan that this room has a good-sized bedroom, bathroom, and a walk-in closet. Two of those things I haven’t checked yet, and I sure as hell need to before I know she’s safe.

“Let me the fuck in there, Sophia,” I shout. “I haven’t checked them yet!”

“Well, I just did. It’s fine. Unless you’re trying to come in and creep on me naked,” she spits out.

“Would if I could, you fucking siren,” I mutter.

“What did you say?” she asks through the door, and I didn’t realize how close she got.

“Unlock the door,” I say loudly, “or I’ll pick it open.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” she snaps.

On one hand, I’m glad I’m getting some emotion out of her. But on the other, I really don’t want it right now with a door between us.