Page 11 of A Monster's Obsession

I was completely floored. I had no idea Sasha even knew about Cara. There were many things we didn’t speak about, and my dead wife was one of them. Sasha only knew that I was single with no kids; we didn’t go beyond that. I didn’t want to go beyond that.

“The man said that you didn’t deserve to be happy, and if I didn’t leave you, he would make me watch as he killed you and my parents before he killed me. He gave me twenty-four hours to leave, and I wasn’t supposed to tell you anything.” She sobbed loudly, “He said you didn’t deserve to know why I left. I was so scared. I’m so sorry, Monster.” Sasha’s voice was shaking as the sobs racked her body with tears were streaming down her beautiful face. I couldn’t help but pull her into my chest to comfort her. Whoever threatened her was as good as dead. I would kill him myself.

“You should’ve told me, Sash.” My voice was soft, but I was upset that she hadn’t trusted me enough to tell me what had happened. I was mad at myself.

“I wanted to protect you, Sawyer. He had a fucking gun!” She exclaimed as she pulled back from my hug to look me in the face. Her voice was hysterical, and her eyes were wild. I hated that she was so afraid. I pulled her to me once more, hugging her tenderly.

“That’s not your job, baby. I protectyou,not the other way around.” I tsked.

“I thought you were a normal guy, an architect. I didn’t know about your family. I didn’t know how or why your wife had died; he just said it was your fault. I just… I just didn’t know.” Sasha cried harder as I rocked her back and forth.

It really wasn’t her fault that we didn’t know enough about each other to come to me. Sasha was my safe haven away from Nash Industries and theOrganization.Not even Darby knew about Sasha at the time. I would spend all my free time with her in her small little studio apartment. She opened my eyes and made my dead heart beat again.

“I’m sorry, baby. This is my fault, but you don’t need to worry about anything. I’ll protect you from now on.” It was a vow that I would never break, so help me God.

***

“I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss your bride.” I couldn’t believe I was here. This wasn’t how I wanted to make Sasha mine. I didn’t want it to be out of some arrangement to be under my protection from another mob family. I wanted her to be mine because she chose me.

However, when we kissed for the first time as husband and wife, all my bitter feelings flew out the window. I reveled in kissing her once more. After she left, I thought I’d never get the chance again. I leaned in to touch Sasha’s soft, plump lips. Stealing a kiss at the baby shower had nothing on kissing her at this moment. It was meant to be a peck, a respectable kiss to seal the deal, but the taste and feel of her mouth was too much for me to handle. Before I knew it, my tongue was plunging into her mouth with an erotic motion that made my dick hard. However, the small moan that left Sasha’s lips as she pressed her petite body into mine had me wanting to fuck her right here.

Sasha was finally mine even though I had promised myself that I would leave her alone. Now that I knew the reason for her leaving, I knew that we were meant to be together. Our time was unfairly interrupted, and I had to find out by who. But first, I had to take care of my biggest concern at the moment, which was protecting my wife from Patrick Abbott’s lowlife family. But none of that could negate the fact that I was happy that Sasha and I were finally back together.

I continued to devour Sasha’s sweet lips. I slipped one of my hands into her soft fluffy afro, and the other was gripping her ass. I pulled her into my hard dick, and she moaned even louder. I was two seconds away from clearing the room and consummating the marriage. However, the justice of the peace cleared her throat, causing me to pull back from our intense kiss. I wanted to live in this moment forever. The sight of Sasha took my breath away. She wore an almond colored bohemian style dress and a flower stuck in the side of her glorious mane. Sasha was now my wife, and she would always make my pulse race because her beauty was unmatched.

I felt guilty that I couldn’t give her a big wedding surrounded by loved ones, and that we had to get married at the courthouse with Darby and Flynn, two people who I trusted more than anything, as our witnesses. Sasha didn’t want to tell her parents what was going on yet, and I understood her concern.

Mr. and Mrs. Phillips were good people who worried about their only child. They had already borrowed money against their mortgage to help Sasha, and she didn’t want them to worry about helping her any more than they already had. They had just won an all-expense-paid cruise, and Sasha was worried they would try to cash it in to help her. They had worked hard, and they deserved the free vacation, so I agreed to wait until after their upcoming trip.

And since Sasha didn’t tell her family, I followed her lead and didn’t tell mine either. Well, my father already knew. As the Don, he had to approve the union and place Sasha under our protection. After what happened to Cara, I knew he wouldn’t object to my marrying Sasha so quickly.

My father had arranged my first marriage. Cara’s family was also Irish mob, but they were still in the old country. The Callahan’s were a lively bunch of crazy fuckers who had a pension for killing. However, Cara was a sweetheart. Like me, she had known from birth what was expected of her. We were arranged from a very young age, and although we weren’t strangers, we weren’t in love when we married. We both agreed that it was something that we could possibly grow into, but we didn’t get the chance.

Cara and I were married less than a year when she was killed in a car accident. Her bodyguard, Doyle, also died in the wreck. It was officially ruled an accident, but both my family as well as hers was suspicious. The car was so horribly damaged and burned beyond recognition that they couldn’t find the wreck’s cause. And no matter how many experts we had, they couldn’t decipher the wreckage enough, and we never found out who or what happened. Because of that, the Council deemed it an accident. No matter who we suspected of killing Cara, I couldn’t seek revenge or retaliation. After her death, my father didn’t ask me for much. I did my duty and married like I was supposed to, so when it was time for the arrangement with the Bishops, it was Lennox’s turn.

And when I told my father about Sasha, I knew he would never go against my wishes. However, dealing with Conrad Nash was the easy part. But when I finally break the news to my mother, Anna was going to kill me.

“I never said, thank you for getting me out of this mess.” Sasha’s words brought me out of my daze. We were sitting in the back of the SUV, going to my house…our house.My mind automatically corrected.

Our home was located in an exclusive gated community. I trusted the new neighborhood because Andres Bishops recommended the place. Men like us had to have a secure location for our families, and if I could trust anyone about my safety, it was Andres Bishops.

“You’re welcome.” I said simply. I didn’t want her gratitude. I married her for purely selfish reasons. Yes, she needed my help, but after I found her again, I knew she would be mine eventually.

We stopped at the gate where a man I hired now worked the booth, Darby checked us in, and the gate was opened. Several minutes later, we pulled into the circular driveway.

We’re parked in the driveway, and neither of us moved to get out of the car. I knew Sasha was stalling, but I would entertain her for now. I knew she had questions, and I would answer all of them because no matter what, she’s not going anywhere.

“So now that we’re married, what now?” Sasha said, finally looking at me.

“I need to find and eliminate the threat. The Abbott’s aren’t going to go away quietly. Unfortunately, that’s not their style.” I frowned because just thinking about the Abbott’s made my head hurt. I hated those fuckers.

“I’m really sorry, Sawyer. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. We haven’t seen each other in two years, and I know this isn’t a traditional marriage. I don’t expect anything from you.” Sasha was looking out of the window as she said those bullshit words. Before I get mad, I want to clarify what precisely she meant.

“What exactly are you getting at?” I asked the question slowly because if she meant what I thought she did; Sasha was out of her motherfucking mind.

“I mean the last time I saw you, you were on a date with another woman. What will your girlfriend, Lola think about your new wife?” I could tell she was mad about Lola, but she was worried about the wrong thing. From the time I saw her again in that church, I was done with other women.

“All I have is a wife. You. And you know me well enough to know that you’re the only woman that matters to me.” I pulled her chin toward me so I could look into her big brown eyes. She needed to see the expression on my face. No, we hadn’t seen each other for a while. And yes,to her, this was an arrangement to protect her. But,to me, this was forever.