Page 11 of Obsessive Love
I stepped into her space, smiled down at her, and then wrapped my hand around her throat. Fable’s hands went to my wrist, and her eyes got big, but there was no fear in them, only excitement. “This shit is about to be so much fun,” I said lowly. She was so focused on me that she hadn’t realized that I had pulled a syringe from my pocket until the needle was in her arm. “See you soon.” I kissed her forehead just as her eyes rolled into the back of her head and her legs gave out. I caught her and carried her bridal style out of her house.
“I’m pretty sure this is kidnapping,” Xoey said as she returned to the living room from checking on Fable for the tenth time. We’d been back in KC for nearly two hours. She was supposed to meet me at the airport to collect Javien, but when she saw Fable,she followed me to my house. Hood and Givens sat across from me, trying not to laugh. “Have you ever kidnapped someone before?”
“No, Xoey plus twelve,” I answered as I worked. “Have you?”
“Yes,” she answered with a nod as she sat. “But I doubt we did it for the same reason.” She turned to Hood and Givens and smirked. “I think he likes her.”
“What makes you say that?” Givens laughed. “You said she was asleep when you first saw them.”
“It was in the way he was carrying her,” she answered with a shrug. “It was very romantic.”
“Xoey, you think everything is romantic,” Hood laughed.
“Well, excuse me for believing in black love,” she replied, rolling her eyes. She checked her phone and then sighed. “I gotta go, fellas; I have to be at work in a few.”
“Which job?” I asked.
“9-1-1 operator,” she answered with a shrug. “It’s kind of boring sometimes, but when it gets interesting, I have the time of my life.” She smiled at us. “One of y’all should call sometime.”
“I’ll pass,” Hood said, shaking his head. “But have fun.”
“Later,” she said, throwing us a wave and leaving.
I walked her to her car, ensured she got off safely, and returned inside. Everything in me wanted to check on Fable, but I knew I would be the last person she wanted to see. Instead, I returned to my office and retook my seat.
“I hate to admit it, but you know Xoey plus twelve is right,” Hood said, shaking his head. “You kidnapped that girl.”
“I know,” I nodded. “I ain’t trippen off it.”
“Why?” he asked with a laugh. “You said she maced your ass already; you think she won’t try and fight your ass when she wakes up?”
“I hope she does,” I shrugged. “But she ain't.”
“What makes you say that?” Givens questioned, and I turned my attention to him. He smirked and shook his head. “What’s your plan?”
“Her bakery,” I answered, and they exchanged a look before returning to me. “That’s her world; if she wants it back, she will do what I want.”
“And what’s that?” Givens asked.
“Marry me,” I shrugged.
“This nigga is nuts,” Givens said, shaking his head. “Pyrite, you want her to marry you to pay off her brother’s debt? A debt I know you don’t even care about, because if you did, you wouldn’t have given him to Xoey plus twelve. Make that shit make sense.”
“It’s got to be something else to it,” Hood said, sitting forward. “You're a calculated nigga. It ain’t just about the debt because you’d still have Javien on the court if it were. There’s more to it than that. What is it?”
“That’s it,” I said, shaking my head. “To get her bakery back, all she has to do is marry me. It’s her choice.”
“Be locked to you for life,” Givens laughed. “That’s what it is. Your possessive ass doesn’t want anybody else to have her. You don’t even know her and want her like that?”
I gave them a slow nod and sat back in my seat. Shit sounded crazy as hell, I knew that, but it was the truth. I didn’t know Fable, had only learned about her existence four hours ago, but I couldn’t shake her. Givens was right; I was possessive as fuck over her, and the thought of another nigga touching her had me seeing red. I could’ve taken control of her bakery, killed her brother and daddy, and not thought twice about it, but there was something about her that had me stuck. I always wanted her with me; I wanted to live in her fucking skin, and the most I’d touched her was when I carried her. I'd kept her in my armsthe entire ride to the airport and on the plane. The only option I had was to keep her by any means necessary.
FABLE
I satin the corner of the room, waiting for someone to show up. I don’t know how long I’d been awake, but I knew it’d been a few hours because the sun was starting to come up. I was in the basement of someone’s house, which was a well-decorated basement, but it was still a basement. I was locked in a large cell that had a queen-sized bed and a bathroom. The bathroom’s walls were glass, so nothing in the cell was hidden. The bed was clean, and the sheets looked brand new, but whoever’s house this was had to be seriously off because who the fuck had a cell in their basement? I looked around the basement and could only shake my head; the room was decorated in black, with a big TV on the wall across from a couch and bar. Opposite the TV were jerseys from KC Queens and Kings players, and the new professional women’s flag football and men’s hockey teams were announced. It looked like I was locked in a man cave.
The sound of someone walking down the steps pulled my attention from the jerseys to see the man from my house approaching me. Yesterday, he wore a black suit that looked to be made just for him and made my mouth water; now, he wore some black joggers, a white tank, and a pair of Givens Robbins shoes on his feet. His long hair hung freely, and even though hiscrazy ass had me locked in this fucking cell, I couldn’t deny how fine he was. Psycho or not.
“You sleep okay?” he asked as his dark eyes freely took me in. “The bed was comfortable?”
