Page 31 of Felix (4 Seats #2)

Chapter Thirty-One

Felix Greyson

W hile I sit in my car parked just outside the quaint book, I impatiently tap my fingers on the steering wheel.

My eyes constantly flicker to the entrance, waiting for Aurora to finish her signing.

I had only completed a few quick errands, not wanting to be away from her for too long.

She hates feeling out of control, and these events always seem to trigger that feeling in her.

But I can’t help but feel proud as she interacts with fans and signs copies of her bestselling book.

The sun casts a warm glow on the street, its rays bouncing off the shiny cars and storefronts.

A light breeze dances through the air, carrying the scent of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods from the nearby café.

Aurora, with her troubled past and constant struggle with anxiety in crowds, always seems to retreat into herself.

While I wait in the car for her to finish her book signing, I can’t help but feel anxious.

My heart pounds against my chest like a relentless jackhammer, ready to spring into action at any moment.

Every passing minute feels like an eternity as I long for her to return so we can leave.

The thought of leaving her alone, even for this short time, fills me with dread.

I let out a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. I have to keep it together for Aurora. She doesn’t need me freaking out on her. But then—shit, I hear it—a blood-curdling scream that pierces through every goddamn nerve in my body. My gut clenches.

“Son of a bitch!” I growl, hurling myself from the car, not giving a single fuck about anything else. I barrel through the bookshop’s door, nearly knocking some poor bastard off his feet. I don’t have time for apologies. I must get to her.

“Get the fuck outta my way!” I snarl, pushing through the panicking crowd. And there she is, sitting in her chair with eyes wide and terror etched all over her beautiful face. She’s still screaming, and it feels like somebody has taken a rusty blade to my insides.

“Easy, darling,” I say, wrapping my arms around her.

“Let’s get out of here,” I say, scooping her in my arms. I can feel her trembling as I walk out of the bookshop, my heart beating like a fucking jackhammer. Every step we take feels like a battle—the crowd, the noise, the goddamn chaos that’s following us.

“Felix,” she mumbles into my neck.

“Darling, you’re safe now,” I try to reassure her as I open the car door, slide her inside, slam the door shut, and sprint to the driver’s side. I slide behind the wheel and start the engine. The roar of it is somehow comforting, drowning out the fucking madness we’re leaving behind .

As I drive, I try to piece together what could’ve set her off like that, but nothing comes to mind. I don’t know why anyone would want to hurt her, but I swear to fuck, if I find out who’s responsible, they’ll regret it.

“Just breathe, Aurora. We’ll deal with this shit,” I tell her as we pull up to the house. I climb out of the car and walk around to Aurora’s side, opening the door and scooping her into my arms. She’s so light, like a delicate flower, that I’m afraid I might break her if I squeeze too tight.

With careful movements, I lower Aurora onto the soft couch, her body trembling like a frightened bird.

The fear in her eyes is palpable, and my heart clenches at the sight.

I need to know what happened. I can’t protect her if I don’t have all the information and don’t know what I’m up against. My fingers clench into fists as I try to control the anger and frustration bubbling inside me.

“Darling, can you tell me what happened?” I ask, trying to keep my voice steady and calm despite the rage boiling inside me.

A heavy silence hangs in the air as she stares blankly at the wall, her eyes searching for some hidden meaning within its surface.

I sit beside her, my hand reaching out and brushing against hers in a small gesture of comfort.

After what feels like an eternity, her lips part, and she speaks, her voice trembling with fear.

“I saw one of the kidnappers at the signing,” she says, her words shaky and uncertain. The memory of their encounter causes a visible shiver to run through her body.

Fuck. My fists clench, and I feel my nails dig into my palms. Just the thought of that motherfucker approaching her makes me want to rip his head off.

“Did he say anything? Threaten you?” I demand, trying to gather as much info as possible.

“Nothing specific,” she mumbles, still gazing at the wall. “Asked where I got the story from, and then told me he would see me soon and that I’m still his.”

“Fuck him,” I growl out, anger filling every cell in my body. “Spike needs to find out who this bastard is now. I’m gonna hunt him down, nail him to my wall, and take my sweet fucking time killing him.”

“Please, Felix,” she whispers, tears streaming down her face. “Don’t let him get me again.”

Her body trembles in my arms. “Never, darling. I swear on my life, he’ll never lay a finger on you again.

” I pull her close, feeling her heart race against mine and hold her tightly as she sobs into my chest. “You’re safe with me, Aurora.

Always.” My words are laced with determination and a fierce protectiveness for the woman in my arms.

As I look down at her tear-streaked face, something inside me explodes. This fucker who hurt her will pay for what he’s done. I can feel a simmering rage building within me. He won’t know what hit him when I’m through with him.