“You killed him.” Her voice wobbles.
I try to control my breathing, feeling the situation spin out of control.
“This is who I am,” I tell her. “Ain’t changing. Can’t.”
“This isn’t all you are. You’re more than this. I’ve seen a glimpse of the man you are. You didn’t need to stay, to protect me, but you did.”
“Ain’t someone that needs to be saved either.”
I leave those words dangling between us like a lead shroud. There’s nothing else to really say.
“Fury…”
“Need to stay away from me.” The words are a pick axe to the chest. “Ain’t good for you.”
“But—”
“No buts. I’ve got dark in me that you can’t fix. You can’t mould me into what you want me to be.”
“That’s not what I’m trying to do.”
“Met you ‘cause I blew a man’s brains out. Killing is a part of me, Amalia.”
Her face pales. “I don’t want to change you, but I want you to see you’re more than you think you are. You’re not irredeemable. You’ve got a good heart.”
“Ain’t nothing beating in my chest, but darkness. Still think I’m a good man?”
To keep her safe, I need to stay away from her. It’s the only way. I step back from her and with a lingering look, I put distance between us.
I pull out my phone and dial Titch. He picks up on the third ring.
“Need a clean-up, brother,” I tell him.
“Where?”
I rattle off Amalia’s address. “Be there soon.”
He hangs up and I pocket my phone. “You should wait in the bedroom,” I tell her, feeling pain lance through my chest. This is not how I expected this evening to end. I thought we’d made a breakthrough, but this has the power to derail the train.
I don’t meet her eyes as I stare down at the body. She has me twisted up and I don’t know how to deal with this shit. I haven’t let a woman touch me like that in a long time. I’m not sure why I let her.
“Fury—”
“The bedroom.” My voice cracks out the command and I wish I could take it back immediately when her face drops.
Fuck, this woman kills me.
Her mouth pulls into a line, but she turns and storms into the bedroom, slamming the door behind her, and I breathe easier for a moment.
Titch turns up a few minutes later with Kyle, the prospect. He doesn’t question what happened, or whose house this is. He just helps me remove the body while Kyle cleans up the blood stains off the carpet and walls.
I don’t want to do it, but I know I have to leave. She doesn’t deserve to be in the same airspace as a depraved bastard like me. The only way to keep her clean, unmarred, is to walk away. I glance at the bedroom door, and with my heart shredding into a hundred pieces, I walk out.
For the next few months, I avoid her. I don’t go to her flat, I don’t see her around town. I keep my mind an Amalia-free zone, but I grieve for her like I would a lost lover. I miss her with every breath I take, feel her absence keenly.
I manage eight months before I’m back outside her flat, watching, waiting. The small slither of hope she gave me that I could be normal for a moment is a heady feeling. She’s my drug, and I can’t get enough of her. She’s my salvation, but she’ll also be my ruin because I can never walk away from her.
This isn’t love, it’s obsession, and I am completely infatuated.
THE END… for now
Fury and Amalia’s story will continue in Fury, coming soon…
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Devious Obsession
Erin Trejo
Edited by: Elfwerks Editing
Chapter One
Devious
I watch her. No, I stalk her. Every goddamn move she makes, I already know as she makes them. I shouldn’t even be looking at her considering she’s a fucking club princess of a rival MC, but I can’t seem to pull my eyes off her.
I didn’t know who she was at first. She was just a girl who liked sitting outside on the rooftop across the street from my apartment. Something about the way her long dark hair blew in the night breeze kept me coming back for more. It started with one night. Then I came back the next for more. And now I’m obsessed.
“Are you even listenin’ to me, motherfucker?” King, my VP, asks through the phone.
“Fuck you, King. I told you I was busy, and you called my ass anyway. What the fuck do you even want?”
“I wanna know what the plan is for the weekend. Are we hittin’ that warehouse or not?”
But I’m not really listening to him. Because someone else is occupying my attention. There she is. Perfectly timed. It’s eleven p.m. and she is now sitting on the edge of the roof looking up at the sky. I wonder how daddy would feel if he knew I was watching his baby girl. I wonder how he’d feel if he knew every time I saw her, my cock got hard.
“Yeah we are. Now fuck off,” I growl before hitting the end button. My cock is painfully hard, and I need to ease that ache.
“One day, princess. One day you’ll be easin’ this ache with those perfect lips of yours,” I say as I pull my cock free and stroke it. I watch her the whole time, when she stands and slowly sways her hips to the headphones she has in her ears. The way her body moves calls to me like a goddamn drug and I’m a fucking fiend I need it. I crave it and even more, I feel like I’ll be lost without it.
“Fuck,” I
