Novel & Cerita The Safety's Sideline Obsession

Detective Edward's POV, When I returned back to the safe house that night. I knew something was wrong the minute I pulled up. I had six officers watching that house around the clock at all times. Tonight it was dark and too quiet. I shut the lights off of the car and grabbed a flashlight. I got out and as quiet as I could I closed the car door and started to head towards the house. I wanted to call for back up, but the radio was too loud. I pulled out my cell phone and called nine one one. I then sat the phone down and just prayed they would send help. As I moved closer to the house. That's when I tripped over the first body.

I don’t get trashed, not when there’s so much at stake with football. “I’ll give you a ride home,” Dani says. Her eyes are sweet and imploring, and I wince. I like her, I really do, but… “I’ll call an Uber.” “We’ll both get you home and safely in bed,” adds Candi with a crafty smile as she and Dani exchange knowing glances. A couple of the guys overhear and again raise their glasses. “NOAH! An Ohio state legend in more ways than one.” “Whatever.” I say it with a wide grin, but inside, something else is pricking at me—and I know exactly what it is. My head is still on Caroline’s face when she walked out the door, that bruised expression…

Owen helped me to find a good place on the sidelines that he thought would be perfect. He assured me that I would not be in the way of any of the players and I should be back far enough from the boundary line. He said if any plays came that way, unless it was just a completely wild throw or dive, I would be safe from any harm. I just knew that being this close to the actual game play, I needed to stay alert, especially if the football or any running players were coming my direction. I didn’t want to take any unnecessary chances since I was holding the very expensive school camera equipment in my hands.

I whispered softly, reaching my hand up to gently trace the sharp line of his tight jaw, trying my best to calm the wild storm raging inside his chest. He leaned his head forward and pressed a deep, possessive kiss against my lips, holding me against his body like he was trying to physically shield me from all the dark dangers of his world. And as I held onto him in the quiet corner of the garage, I forced myself to believe his words. I forced myself to believe that his dark obsession was enough to keep me safe from the storm. But as the evening hours began to roll in and the clubhouse grew louder with the sound of bikes revving for the night, the terrifying fear stayed right there in the ba

"My mother saved it when we left our old house. If she finds out I lost it at a nightclub, she will know I lied to her." "We can go back to Obsidian this afternoon," Hannah suggested. "Maybe someone turned it in to the lost and found." "I do not think going back there is a good idea," Vittoria whispered, looking around to ensure no one was listening. "That man, Cassian. He is not just some club owner. The way he looked at me, the way he touched me. It was terrifying." "But you liked it," Hannah teased, raising an eyebrow. "Do not lie to me, Vittoria. I saw the way you looked at him. You were practically melting into his suit."

"You are definitely hiding something." "Am not." "You look like you're about to faint." "I twisted my ankle yesterday." "That explains the limp," she says thoughtfully. "Not the existential crisis." Fair. At the front, Dr Hale moves to the next slide. "Now," he says, "let's discuss material failure." Oh, the irony. For the next thirty minutes I focus desperately on taking notes. Anything to stop thinking about that night. The rain. The alley. The way he looked at me right before—

For the first time in years, I felt safe. And that scared me more than anything. Because safety with Czar Aslanov always came with a price. And I had a feeling the bill was about to come due. To be continued…

Chapter three "wife, let's go to our home." He whispered softly into her ears. Lucia's heart skipped again when he scooped her into his arms effortlessly, his suit brushing against her bare arms as he held her close. Her heart raced as her fingers instinctively curled into his shirt, the heat of his body calming her nerves just enough to keep her from trembling. The sharp hum of the Cybertruck’s engine purred nearby. Its metallic frame gleamed like armor under the afternoon sun, casting mirrored reflections of the black-suited men standing on both sides. As Lorenzo approached, his men straightened, stepping aside in perfect unison, forming a respectful passage.