13
Kane
When I get off the phone with Barns, my mood is a bit better. It’s not much, but at least I know he’s going to stay the fuck away from Carter. He’s lucky I’m not going for his badge. I still might if there ends up being any blowback on my Addilyn or her brother.
I get it. I’m not sure I wouldn’t have done the same thing he did. Those are some of the tough decisions you have to make sometimes as a detective. You never want to pull teenagers into shit if you don’t have to. But if the benefit outweighs the risk, sometimes you have to take that route. Especially if it saves a bunch of other people's lives. Which in this case, it did.
Human trafficking was never an area I could get into. I don’t have the stomach for it. That’s why I’ve stuck to the gang unit. I’ve seen enough shit in my life to know you can’t unsee anything. It gets branded into your brain. I don’t want those nightmares when I lay my head on the pillow at night.
My phone goes off when I pull up to the warehouse. A text from my sister pops up.
Ollie: Heads up. Started talking about babies and you and Pink together and her happy mood changed real quick.
Ollie’s been sending me small texts since I left Addilyn at the office. She really wants Addilyn and me to be a thing because she’s giving me any kind of information she thinks might be helpful.
Me: Thanks. I’m walking in now. Taking her home with me.
Ollie: Don’t ruin this! I’ll make your life hell. Vee says the same. Make it work if you know what’s good for you.
I smile at her threat.
Ollie: Love you
Me: Love you, too
I pocket my phone before heading inside. I make my way toward the bar first, not seeing Addilyn there or at the table with Vee and Ollie.
Wonder what triggered her about the whole baby conversation. Has she finally put it together that we haven’t been using protection? I was thinking about our lack of protection even before I slid my cock inside of her tight little cunt. I wanted to plant my seed deep inside of her. That may make me an asshole, but I find I’d pretty much do anything to tie Addilyn to me.
My cock grows painfully hard thinking about that. I’ll never get enough of her. I never understood how men got so possessive over their woman. I’ve always thought that one day I might want a wife with kids. In theory, it sounded good but could never settle in my mind.
I never got those possessive feelings I’ve seen other men get with their woman. And I wasn’t going to marry someone because I thought it was what I should do next in life. That felt all kinds of wrong. I started to let go of the idea of having a traditional life. Even got myself believing that I only thought I wanted it at one time because it was what others did.
Then Addilyn came along. That’s when I realized she was what I was missing in that picture. I could see coming home to her every single night for the rest of my days. She’s so different from any other woman I’ve ever met. And I’m fucking crazy possessive when it comes to her. Not a day goes by that I don’t worry that someone might try to take her from me. Because I know if the shoe was on the other foot, I would have no problem taking her from someone else if I had to.
Everyone may think I always do the right thing, and maybe I used to, but not with her. None of the rules matter when it comes to my Addilyn.
A tightness starts to form in my chest when I can’t find her. I pull out my phone and check her location again. She was there when I checked earlier, after dropping her brother off. I’m grateful that she hadn’t protested when I’d picked up her phone the other day and shared her location with me. That shit is coming in handy now.
I swore she was going to give me a hard time about tracking her. But to my surprise, she grabbed my phone and did the same. I couldn’t care less. She can track me all she wants. I rather enjoy the idea of my little Addilyn obsessively checking on me. Then I might not feel so damn crazy. I know more than anything to her it was a test. She wanted to see if I was going to have a problem with it.
The tracker shows she’s still here. I head back toward Jason’s office, where sometimes she’ll drop some of her shit. Before I can knock on the door, it swings open. Addilyn’s eyes widen when she sees me before she pastes a smile onto her lips.