Endless Obsession

“Still inside.”

“Go see if he needs help.”

I peek my head up when Asher sets me down in the truck. He bends down so we’re face to face. The light from the truck shows his face a hard mask. He smooths out his features when he reaches up with his hands and places them on my cheeks.

“You okay?” he asks, his brows dipped down into a frown.

“I am now. Thank you for coming.”

There’s pain in his eyes as he bends and kisses my forehead. He pulls back but rests his forehead against mine.

“Oh, Beautiful. I told you I would always be here when you needed me. I’m just so damn sorry I wasn’t here sooner. I should have never left you.”

I grab his forearms. I don’t like that he’s apologizing. This is something he should not be apologizing for.

“We all thought I was safe here. You had no way of knowing he could get into the house,” I tell him earnestly.

He pulls back, but moves his hips forward so he’s wedged between my legs. His body doesn’t meet my center, but I still shiver at the closeness.

“Where’s Olivia and Tony? Th

ey’re supposed to be here with you,” he says, anger making his words come out harsh.

I scowl at him, not liking his attitude. Tony and Olivia have done nothing to garner his ire. They’ve changed their routine for me. Hell, Tony is working at home to help keep me safe.

“They went out,” I snap. “Tony had a business function. I can’t expect them to babysit me all the time. They wanted to stay home, but I made them go.”

“You should have called me then. Until this guy is caught, you can’t be left alone.” He grips my thighs and puts his face closer to mine.

“Asher, I can’t ask them to completely change their lives for me. I’m already imposing on them enough.”

“Doesn’t matter now,” he mutters. “You’re coming home with me.”

My jaw drops open at his audacity. There is no way I’m going home with him. He’s totally lost it. I may have called him in a dire situation, but that doesn’t mean I’ve forgiven him.

“Asher, I’m not coming home with you.” I keep my voice strong, even as my treacherous heart begs me to agree to his demand. I shove at his chest to get him to move, my anger taking over the fear I felt only moments ago.

He grabs my hands and holds them to his chest. He scowls at me, the look making his green eyes stand out even more. “Like hell you—”

Footsteps behind us has Asher stopping before he can finish. His glower stays in place as he steps back and turns to face Rex and Dante walking up. My hands twist in my lap as I look at the men around Asher’s back.

“Well?” Asher asks.

“Nothing. He came in the back door and was gone by the time I got inside,” Rex answers grimly.

“Fuck!” Asher shouts, roughly swiping his hair in frustration. “Where in the hell is Brice?”

“Dead,” Rex says bluntly. “Found him out back with a blade in his neck.”

“Oh my God!” My hand flies to my mouth, but the sob still escapes. Asher turns back to me and wraps an arm around my shoulders. I bury my face in his neck. Racking sobs has my body sagging against his.

Rex takes a step closer to Asher.

“The fucker managed to slice himself on the fence in his haste to leave. He left blood behind.” He stops and looks at me, before settling his eyes back on Asher. “Want my guys to run it or hand it over to the cops?”

Asher thinks for a minute, running his hand over the back of his head, before coming to a decision.

“Give it to the police. Have your guys at the station make it a priority.”