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“Whatever.” I huff, shoving past him to get ready for this fucked-up joyride.

Two hours drag by, and I’m pacing the damn house like a caged animal. Finally, a group of rough-looking men show up, and they aren’t here for a fucking tea party. They’re here to update Felix’s old system and install a top-of-the-line security system Angel recommended. Felix watches them like a hawk, making sure they don’t pull any funny business.

“Angel said this is the best shit out there,” Felix mutters as he nods at the men working away. “Gotta keep you safe, darling.”

“Safe?” I snort. “From what? Annoying spam emails?”

“Better safe than sorry.” He shrugs, his eyes never leaving the men.

“Whatever.” I roll my eyes, but secretly, I feel a little safer knowing Felix gives a damn about me.

Once the installation is done, Felix rings Angel and puts him on speaker. “Hey, man, the security system’s all set up.”

“Good,” Angel replies, his voice crackling through the phone. “By the way, I got that email issue sorted out. It was some punk in Victoria. I blocked their ass and set up a new personal email for Aurora.”

“Thanks, Angel,” I say, genuinely grateful. “I owe you one.”

“Anytime,” he replies before hanging up.

“See? Everything’s under control.” Felix smirks, wrapping an arm around my waist. “Now we can focus on the real fun.”

“Fun?” I scoff. “You call kidnapping people ‘fun’?”

“Darling.” He grins wickedly, leaning in close so his lips brush my ear. “You have no idea. Get dressed in all black, darling. We’re going out for dinner, then we’ve got a job to do,” Felix says, his voice low and dangerous.

“Fine,” I mutter, slipping into a tight black dress that clings to my curves.

“Looking good, sweetheart.” He smirks, eyeing me up and down as if devouring me with his gaze. I shudder under his lustful stare but say nothing.

We leave the house around four o’clock, heading up the road to a cute little seafood place. The sun is still high, casting long shadows on the sidewalk. As we eat, I try to focus on the taste of the prawns or the buttery goodness of the crab legs, but my mind keeps drifting to the task ahead.

“Relax, Aurora,” Felix murmurs, sensing my unease. “I’ve got your back.”

“Whatever.” I huff, stabbing at my food with more force than necessary.

After dinner, we drive to the man’s house. It’s a drab suburban home with a manicured lawn and white picket fence—the perfect façade for a monster.

“Stay in the car,” Felix orders, his grip on the steering wheel tightening. “I’ll be just a minute.”

He gets out of the car, striding confidently towards the front door. My heart pounds as he knocks with a purposeful knock that echoes through the empty street.

“Hey!” the man yells, opening the door. He doesn’t get another word out before Felix’s fist connects with his face. There’s a sickening crunch, and the man crumples to the floor, unconscious.

“Jesus…” I breathe out, gripping the edge of my seat.

Felix drags the limp body towards the car, heaving it into the boot with a grunt of effort. It’s all done in the open, on the man’s driveway, for anyone to see. But no one is around, only Felix and me.

“See, darling?” Felix says, climbing back into the driver’s seat. “Piece of cake.”

I stare at him, taking in his dangerous aura. He looks like he could kill a man without breaking a sweat, but when his eyes meet mine, they soften. He looks at me like I hung the moon, and despite everything—the violence and darkness—my heart races for a different reason.

“Let’s get out of here,” he growls out, starting the car. As we drive away from the scene, I can’t help but feel a twisted sense of excitement.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Felix Greyson

The engine hums softly as I pull up to our home, stealing a glance at Aurora. She’s tense but composed, and I can’t help but feel a surge of pride. My little darling didn’t freak out like I thought she would.