A Monster's Obsession: (Arrangement Series Book 5)

by Kasey Martin

  I decided that I needed to call Raven before I headed out. I had been avoiding my bestie’s calls by texting her that I was busy. I felt ashamed, but I was afraid that I would spill the beans on my marriage to Sawyer. However, I wouldn’t be a very good friend if I didn’t at least try to call.

  “Oh, so I guess a kidnapper doesn’t have your phone and pretending to be you by texting.” Raven’s snarky tone was so unlike her that I knew Lennox had to be rubbing off on her.

  “I love you.” I sweetly sang into the phone, trying to get my friend to loosen up. Raven was a big softie and couldn’t stay mad at anyone for too long.

  “Uh, huh. Where the hell have you been, Sash? I’ve been worried sick.”

  “I’m fine, Rae. I promise. Like I said in my texts, I’ve been extremely busy with the gallery.” I gave her a half-truth because explaining the whole truth would take time I didn’t have.

  “The gallery, huh? You sure it isn’t a man that’s taking up your time?” I gulped. There was no possible way Raven could know about Sawyer.

  “What?” I slapped my forehead with my hand. I can’t lie for shit, and Raven would definitely not let this go.

  “Austin. I know you two were getting mighty close at the baby shower.” I sighed in relief. Of course, she was talking about the last guy I dated. She had no idea I was married to her brother-in-law.

  “Yeah, no. Austin and I didn’t work out. I’ve really been busy with the gallery and getting a new artist. But I promise we’ll have lunch and catch up soon.”

  “Okay. I guess I’ll let you make it. Besides, badgering you over the phone is no fun. I like to see you squirm.” Raven cackled, and I frowned. She definitely sounds more and more like Lennox.

  “I don’t squirm.” I huffed with indignation.

  “Yeah, sure you don’t. Anyway, I’ll see you in a few days for lunch. Love you. Bye.” Raven disconnected, and normally I would be mad at her for rushing me off the phone, but I was glad that I didn’t have to answer any more of her questions. I would definitely have to tell her about my marriage soon.

  After getting off the phone, I grabbed my purse and headed downstairs to find Sawyer. My car was left at my apartment, and I needed a ride to the gallery. It was hard for me to remember my way around the ten-thousand-square-foot mansion. I wondered around for ten minutes before I made my way to the kitchen. Maybe I can find Marla, and she could call her boss for me.

  When I got to the kitchen, I found the twins sitting at the island eating lunch. I know they are identical, but it was still eerie just how much they looked alike. The only way I could tell them apart was that Flynn, who rarely talked, normally wore his bright red beard long and thick like a Viking, and Darby, who seldom shut up, wore his beard more groomed.

  “Hey, twinkies. What’s shakin’ bacon?” I floated into the room, pretending to be relaxed. I learned a long time ago, fake it until you make it. So, if I wanted to feel comfortable around Sawyer’s guys, then I would have to act like I would with anyone else.

  To my surprise, it was Flynn who laughed out loud and Darby, who frowned. That was unusual, and maybe I couldn’t tell them apart after all.

  “Hey, brat. You goin’ somewhere?” Darby’s Irish accent was thick, but I could still understand him.

  “Since when am I a brat? I don’t think we know each other well enough for you to call me that.” I cocked my head to the side to study him closer. His hazel-green eyes were alight with humor, and I smirked at him.

  “Since you came bounding in here, giving us nicknames and shit.” Darby smiled, and I shook my head with a chuckle.

  “Fair point. Where’s your boss?” I asked, looking between the two mirror images.

  “Business.” They said in an eerie unison.

  “Uh, alrighty. I need a ride to the gallery, and my car is at my apartment.”

  “You’re with Flynn, brat. He’s your personal guard.” Darby stated, and Flynn rose from his chair with a nod. I frowned because I didn’t need a guard. But then the memory hit me like a ton of bricks; I’m a mob wife.

  Chapter 10

  SAWYER

  When I woke up next to Sasha, it was like all of my fantasies come to life. I was wrapped around her petite curvy body. Her ass was pushed into my crotch, making my morning wood that much harder, and the thought of slipping into her waiting slit made me groan. But I couldn’t take her again. The last time we made love Sasha was exhausted. Bless her, and she couldn’t even hold her eyes open as I pushed into her from behind. I thought I would never again get to experience the pleasure of her tight warm wet pussy. The feeling of her was exquisite, and I couldn’t get enough. I didn’t even stop to taste her, and eating her pussy was my favorite thing to do.

  When we were apart for those excruciating two years, I thought about her constantly. Her smile that showed off her deep dimples, the way she threw her head back when she laughed, and the way her light brown eyes danced with mischief when she wanted to fuck. While we were together, we lived in a bubble where only we mattered. Now that she’s back in my life, I couldn’t bring myself to reconcile the fact that I’d ever let her leave.

  So, when she started talking that shit about getting a divorce, my crazy jumped out. There was no fucking way I would let the woman of my dreams go for the second time. No. Fucking. Way. I would chop off an arm before I’d let her go. Her little ass wasn’t going any fucking where. That’s why I fucked her into exhaustion. I marked every part of her body. Sasha would never forget the way my dick felt. At one point during the night, I had to apologize to her. I knew she was probably sore, but I couldn’t stop myself. I had to have her. So being the selfish bastard that I am, I took her. All fucking night! I would definitely be doing it again if she pissed me off.

  However, right now, I needed to give her mercy and let her sleep. So, I got out of bed before she woke up. One thing that hadn’t changed about my sweet wife is she sleeps like the dead, so it was easy not to wake her from my movements. The hard thing was not waking her up for one more round. But I was able to talk myself into letting her rest because now that I’d tasted her again, there was no turning back. I told her that I wouldn’t fuck her, but I knew that was a lie as soon as it left my lips. I knew I wouldn’t even try to keep that promise if she showed an inkling of wanting me, and she did. So I gave in without a second thought, taking her over and over again until I felt like she understood that she wasn’t leaving. She was never fucking leaving.

  I showered, cleaned myself up, and slipped out of the room twenty minutes later. I headed to my study so that I could do some business. I usually didn’t do business on a Sunday, but considering all the shit I needed to get done, and the fact I was trying not to keep fucking my wife for the rest of the day, I had to lock myself away for the morning.

  By mid-afternoon, I could no longer fight the urge to see Sasha. When I heard voices coming from the kitchen, I headed in that direction. Marla and Darby were laughing and talking as usual. Since Darby and Flynn were now exclusively with me for the time being, they lived in a smaller house on the back of my property. I told them they didn’t have to provide twenty-four-hour security, but they insisted. They were only supposed to be training my men, and this wasn’t supposed to be a permanent situation for them.

  The twins had been in the states for over five years, but I’ve known them since we were kids. From the time I turned ten, I had gone to Ireland and trained with their father. He was the best at what he does, and their family was known for their ruthless killing. The twins were six years younger than me, but they were taught the same things that I was. We were killers. Trained killers. And we were good at it. Darby and Flynn were my brothers, and I wouldn’t trust anyone else with my life.

  “Well, he’s alive after all. Would you like a late lunch?” Marla asked in the motherly tone she often used with me. Although she could be very stern, she was one of the most nurturing and loving people I’d ever had the pleasure of knowing.

  “Sure. A sandwich will be
fine.” I answered, pulling up a stool to sit beside Darby at the granite island that was in the center of the elaborate chef’s kitchen.

  “Where’s Flynn?” I asked Darby, who hadn’t looked up from his phone. He was forever on that damn phone.

  “He took Sasha to the gallery,” Darby said casually, not looking up from his phone.

  “What? Why didn’t you tell me?” I can’t believe Sasha just left without coming to see me. I know I was avoiding her, but only so I wouldn’t fuck her again. It didn’t mean I wanted her to leave the house.

  “You said not to bother you, so I didn’t. I did send you a text, though.” Darby shrugged. I was two seconds away from punching this redheaded fucker. But Darby was the only person that was as crazy as I am. I knew that Sasha would be fine with Flynn, but I was still annoyed.

  “Next time, if it’s about Sasha, then fucking bother me,” I growled even more irritated by his smirking bearded face.

  “No problemo, boss.” Darby grinned. I threw a scowl in his direction before turning away. He knew I hated it when he called me boss. But I wouldn’t say anything because the fucker got off on antagonizing me.

  “Oh, calm down hot head. Little Miss, Sasha, will be just fine. You know she’s in good hands with Flynn.” Marla tsked as she sat a plate with a large club sandwich in front of me.

  “Yeah, extremely good hands.” Darby moved his brows up and down suggestively.

  “Don’t make me kill you. Because I will.” I gave Darby a stone faced stare that I often intimidated others with, but he just laughed. Asshole.

  After finishing my sandwich, both Marla and Darby left me alone in the kitchen. To keep myself from calling Sasha, I called the one person who I knew would keep my mind off my wife.

  “Why are you calling me on a Sunday? It’s my day off, and I want to spend it deep in Raven’s puss…”

  “Lennox, I don’t care to hear about your exploits with your wife. You fucking weirdo.” I shook my head. Lennox was almost as bad as me. He said anything that came to his mind. It’s amazing that his bedside manner was so impeccable.

  “Then why are you calling me, Saw?” His tone was light, but I knew he was looking for a real answer. An answer that I couldn’t give him at the moment because my wife didn’t want anybody to know we were married. I sighed in frustration.

  “Just checking on you. There’s shit going down with the family, so we’ll need to meet sooner rather than later.”

  “Right. Family shit.” Lennox growled, and I knew he was mad, but it couldn’t be helped.

  “Look, you wanted to be kept in the loop, so I’m keeping you in the motherfucking loop,” I growled back.

  “You’re right. Lunch this week. I’ll talk to you later.” Lennox disconnected before I could say anything else. He had a reason to be upset, so I wouldn’t hold his petulance against him. But he better his shit together, or we would have problems.

  ***

  I waited as long as I could before I called Sasha. I knew Flynn was with her, and I trusted him. He would never let anything happen to her, but I still couldn’t help myself. We had just found out that her cousin Joe had gone to jail for armed robbery right after the deal with Sasha and Patrick Abbott had fallen through. It wasn’t a coincidence, Sasha’s cousin set her up, but I would get his ass eventually. Even if he was in jail.

  “Hello?” Sasha’s sweet voice was hesitant as it filtered through the line.

  “Céile.” I smiled as I called her the Gaelic word for wife.

  “Hi, Monster.” Her voice was small and uncertain, and I didn’t like it at all.

  “How’s it going at the gallery? Is Flynn talking your head off?” Sasha chuckled. We both knew the only person Flynn talked to in length was Darby. You were lucky if he gave you more than one or two words at a time.

  “Yeah, he’s a regular chatty Cathy.” She giggled, and I smiled at the girlish sound coming from her. Sasha was always so light-hearted and fun. I hope we could get back to that place where she could be that person with me again.

  “I bet. No matter how chatty Flynn might be, I need you to stay with him at all times.” I didn’t want to sound overbearing, but I didn’t trust Abbott one fucking bit. He would strike when we least expected it. His family was pissed that the council wouldn’t hear him out after my father gave them proof of the marriage.

  Sasha huffed in obvious frustration, “Flynn is my new shadow. I got it.”

  “You can huff and puff all you want to, but don’t fucking leave Flynn’s sight, and I mean that shit,” I growled in the phone. Every time I wanted to be nice, she triggered the beast in me.

  “Did you need something, Sawyer? Or did you just call to be an asshole?” Sasha didn’t know it, but her sass was just feeding my need for her.

  “I need you to know that your sass will get you a wet pussy and a spanked ass,” I smirked at the little gasp Sasha released in response. She could pretend all she wanted, but I knew she liked the filthy shit I said to her.

  “You don’t have to be so crass.” Sasha’s reply was breathless, and I chuckled.

  “I’m a monster because I don’t sugarcoat shit. Plus, I’m just telling the truth, Céile. I want to make sure you’re safe. There’s a threat out there, and Flynn is there to protect you.” I knew I was overprotective, but it couldn’t be helped. I made mistakes before by not telling Sasha everything, so I would make sure she was fully aware of what was going on.

  “I promise I get it. I won’t leave Flynn.”

  “Good. We have a dinner date at six, so don’t be late.” I hung up the phone before she had a chance to reply. Sasha never liked my bossiness, but it is who I am. I’ve always been a boss; it was something she’d have to get used to.

  After I hung up, I made reservations for the Anchor. It was a well-to-do establishment that Lennox told me about. Hopefully, Sasha would enjoy the food. Although I knew she wasn’t into the whole elite bullshit, my woman was a foody. Her palate was extensive, and she loved trying new things. I wanted to share that with her.

  I made my way back to my study to call Oran Hale. We had been in several meetings to hash out some property deals, and it dawned on me that he might know who Bruce Todd was selling the gallery to. The phone rang several times before a gruff Oran picked up.

  “This better be fucking important, Nash. Calling me on a Sunday. Me and Trophy have shit to do.” I chuckled at the man. Nobody got between him and his wife.

  “Yeah, it is. I needed to know who Bruce Todd was trying to sell the gallery that Sasha was renting to. I’ve done some looking and run into some brick walls.”

  “Sasha Phillips?” Oran’s voice held confusion, and I wanted to correct him on her last name, but I resisted for now.

  “Yes,” I answered instead.

  “Alright, give me an hour, and I’ll get back to you.” Oran disconnected the call, and I knew that he would come through.

  Darby had managed to get all the other information that I’d asked him for. He had gotten all of the background on Bruce Todd, all of the banks that denied Sasha a small business loan, and who had put offers on the building. However, he couldn’t find out who counter offered Todd to interfere with Sasha’s agreement with the man. And Bruce Todd had left the island as soon as the papers on the building were transferred into Sasha’s name.

  It was as if someone were purposely blocking the information, and it was suspicious. It was also pissing me the fuck off.

  I spent the rest of the afternoon running and working out in my home state-of-the-art gym. I even managed to get Darby’s big ass in the ring to spar with me. I needed to get out the built up frustrations before Sasha got home. If I didn’t fight it out, I would fuck it out, and I was trying to be sensitive to the pounding I’d put on her the night before.

  Just thinking about how snug and wet my Céile’s pussy was had me hard as a rock. The woman was made for me, and this second time around, I was even more addicted to her. We could never be what we were in the past because that
isn’t enough for me—being in a bubble, acting as if the world didn’t exist, wasn’t realistic. However, learning everything about my wife and pleasing her in every way possible forever; was definitely what I’d plan to do.

  Chapter 11

  SASHA

  Sawyer definitely knew how to aggravate the hell out of me. But I understood his concern. If Patrick Abbott was as dangerous as Sawyer said he was, then I would do as I was told. Especially, after Joe went down for some robbery charge. My cousin was a screw-up, but he had never done anything like armed robbery before. And the fact that he plead guilty without a fight told me all that I needed to know. My cousin was afraid, and his ass set me up.

  I was livid, but there was nobody to blame but myself. I should’ve never gone to Joe or gotten mixed up with a loan shark. So, when Sawyer acts all overprotective, I take him seriously. Because there’s no way I wanted to be the next installment of Taken. I trusted Sawyer and all, but I don’t think he can pull off Bryan Mills. I would take my chances with Flynn. As quiet as he was, he didn’t strike me as a threat. He just seemed to be very aware of everything that was going on around him. He actually intrigued the hell out of me, and I found myself sketching him on one of my pads.

  I’d gotten finished with all my work, and I didn’t want to go back to the mansion that I now called home. I was avoiding my feelings for Sawyer, and I didn’t know how to deal with everything that was going on in my life right now.

  “Hey, Brat. You got a visitor.” Flynn said in his thick Irish accent. He appeared in the doorway of my office out of nowhere. For a big guy, he sure did move quietly.