The Assassin's Surrender VIIII のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Connor              Looking at my closed bedroom door, I tighten my fists and visibly struggle to not rush in there and finish what I started with April the night before. God, I want her so badly. And after hearing her tragic story, I want her more. I never knew someone could be so strong. She makes my sad childhood in the slums look like child’s play. I might have been poor, and we might have struggled, but at least I had Santana. I can’t imagine what she endured in the hands of that psycho. And hearing her tell me that her mother sold her to that man makes me want to murder someone.              Seeing that I’m not going to get any sleep, I take off my suit jacket and tie then break out my laptop. Unlike when I was researching April, it doesn’t take me long to find information on the other kids. Unfortunately, wha

Connor              “What the hell was that about?” I throw my hands up, frustrated.              Why was she so freaked out?              I look at the door that she rushed out of, then turn back to my computer. Without a thought, I enter a code, hack into her phone and ping her location.              There’s no way that I’m going to let her out of my sight.              I rub the back of my neck, trying to loosen the knot of stress I can feel forming. Taking my phone, I text her.              I know you need time, but while

Connor              “Where the fuck could she have gone?” I swear as I run out of the gym after the manager told me she wasn’t there.              I look at my phone and look through the tracker before connecting it to one of my hacking tablets. Within moments the monitor in my tablet goes off, pinpointing April’s location. My brow furrows. She’s in the Port Authority subway. It’s heading to Bedford-Stuyvesant. Why the fuck would she go to such a rough neighborhood?”              I turn the car toward Bedford and send a verbal command to my tablet. “Check the kidnapped kids’ files and see if any of them live in Bedford-Stuyvesant?”            

Connor              I look at April’s exhausted form from the doorway and frown. She looks so sweet and soft that I have to force myself to leave the room before I ravish her again.              Talking to the Burgman’s seemed to drain her. However, I could also see that it somewhat lightened her guilt. I look at the card in my hand and send a search command into my tablet. Hopefully, the phone number and name are enough.              The drive home helped me think and review all of the information that the Burgmans shared. As we made our way back home, I couldn’t help but think about how easy it is to be in her arms. Usually, when I sleep with a woman, I’m ready to send her packing the next day. I never call them or go back for seconds. But wi

              Connor              “I’m taking your cell phone,” I mutter in April’s ear. She had to create some catering plans for Maleah this morning, so I used my home office. Once she realized that Declan called me to meet him at the warehouse because he’s back in town, she urged me to go.              Her honey-colored eyes widen at my demand. “But…I need my phone.”              I place my hand around her waist and kiss the tip of her nose. “Don’t argue with me. I’m not letting some asshole get away with harassing you. Now, be a good girl and give me the phone. I promise to get it back to you as soon as I’m done.”&