Chapter 22
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In my arms I carried a giggling April as I was walking out of the building. She still thought that what had happened was funny. Normally I would love to be basked in her giggles and laughter that sounded like a beautiful symphony tugging on my heart strings; but I couldn't help but be a little bit sullen that she was enjoying it a little bit too much.
That never overcame me before. I never, but never let a target of mine escape through my grasps and the fact that tan boy was able to escape me under my radar made me hella pissed.
But he wouldn't live for long. I'll be able to find him with my resources in no time. I glanced down at my April. It's honestly better that he somehow escaped I wouldn't want to scar my baby's eyes, would I? And that would even set back my courting progress with her; something that I wouldn't want. Also, this way she wouldn't be able to intervene as I cut his limps and put them through the shredders.
I couldn't stop the smirk that appeared at the thought that tan boy would be soon out of the picture.
As I could see my Porsche car finally appear in view, I pulled out my car key and pressed the unlock button. My baby's laughter immediately came to halt when she heard my car unlock. The fear-stricken expression that painted her face as she looked at me and my car made me scowl in displeasure.
She started to struggle in my arms, hitting my chest with her fists which honestly felt ticklish to me. When she saw that that didn't work, she started to push against my chest, but I didn't budge.
"April, baby stop pushing me you will only hurt yourself." I said, concerned that my baby may also twist her wrist or worsen her ankle sprain.
"Put me down!" She said trough gritted teeth, still trying to push me away.
"Calm down, April." I tried again.
"Don't tell me to calm down when you're planning to kidnap me!" She retaliated.
We were already at my car, so I did put her down but made sure to hold on to her wrist in case she wanted to dash off somehow.
"I am not going to kidnap you. I just want to take you home so that you can rest, so get into the car." I explained as I opened the passenger seat. I'm really not lying my baby had a rough night and is injured, which still pisses me off to no end that I wasn't able to get there in time. Also, I don't want to do anything rash that would end up increasing her dislike for me.
She stared at me semi-cautiously. "I will just take the taxi." She said as she turned her head away.
I could feel the anger in me rise up. The hell she will not. "You're not going to take a fucking taxi when I've got a car right here." I said lowly, but the hint of anger was still evident.
"Then I'll just walk, anything is better than being in a car with you." A painful tugging sensation could be felt in my heart. I know that she doesn't like me, and I am working on it, but to still hear her saying that she would prefer to walk home with that leg then to be with me was painful.
But there's one thing that she must know. I don't cry like a bitch when I get hurt or sad. I kill, so she better change that attitude right now.
"Now listen here." I said lowly as I bend forward to meet her beautiful pair of hazel green eyes. "If you think that I'll leave my woman behind in the dark with a twisted ankle then you've got it wrong." I glowered.
"That's why I said that I'll take the tax-" I cut her off before she could fuel the need to kill anymore.
"And if you think that I'll let you step into a car with a man inside whether it's his job or not and to not kill him afterwards then you've got it double wrong." I growled lowly.
Her eyes widens in fear and she bit (sexily) on her bottom lip deep in thought while averting my eyes. She sighed frustrated. "Fine." She drawled cutely. "But I want to sit in the back seat." She said as she stared at me with her big tear droopy eyes. Damn if she just knew that she could ask me anything with those eyes and I would do it on commando.
"Fine by me." I said as I opened the backseat door gesturing for her to get inside. She hesitated for a second but went inside nevertheless. When I knew that she was fully seated I bent over her to grab her seatbelt and fasten it secure.
"What the?" She exclaimed. "I'm not a baby." She said annoyed.
"But you're mine baby." I said a matter of fact. "I want to be sure that my baby girl is safe."
She huffed as she crossed her arms not liking my baby treatment towards her.
I chuckled as I closed the door; walking to the driver seat. I can't help it whenever I see her I just want to do anything for her. If it was up to me I won't even allow her to lift a damn finger. Well and it may also be because I always like to make sure that my victims have no way out, but she doesn't need to know that now, does she?
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The drive to her home was leisurely and calm I looked in my rearview mirror and saw that my baby had totally dozed off; her chest slowly going up and down as she let out soft breaths through her pouty lips. A soft smile played on my lips as I gaze at her yearningly, thinking how beautiful she was.
A small chuckle escaped my lips when I thought how cute her behavior was throughout the drive. She kept glaring at me like a hawk while she tried hard not to doze of; her eyelids wanting to rest just to be snapped open the next second all because she was scared that I would somehow still abduct her.
She got one thing wrong though. I remember telling her that if I did wanted to kidnap her that she would have been already drugged and be sleeping in the backseat blindfolded because we don't want our baby to know where she would be living at from now on.
I scowled at the ugly sight of the unsafe building that my baby is staying at (temporally) when it came into view. I swear if it was up to me I would command her to pack her stuff and come live with me now, but I don't want to rush her, yet. We've got a lifetime ahead of us and she is just not ready to see that I'm the only one for her.
I got out of the driver seat and slightly jogged over to where April was. Not wanting to wake her up I slowly and carefully opened the door and carried her out in my arms, where she belongs, in bridal style. I stiffen up feeling her stir in my arms, but relaxed immediately when she went back to sleep again. She turned over towards my chest and started to nozzle against it, like a cat, releasing some purring sounds in delight.
My heart became like the thudding sound of a tennis ball hitting the ground not wanting to calm down at all. Not able to contain it in I let out a content growl. God can this creature get anymore endearing?
"At least your body subconsciously knows who it belongs to; now we only need to work on the conscious side." I said smirking widely.
Still dead asleep with ease I started to carry her off to her apartment. Standing in front of the door I realized that she hadn't locked the door making it easy for me to pick it open.
"Damn it April we will talk about this." I said under my breath. Entering the apartment I was met with a gust of my baby's sweet natural fragrance, chocolate and mint. "Oh God." I said as I could feel my lower half reacting to my woman's overbearing scent. "Why do you have to smell so delectable?" I groaned out in frustration.
To get my mind off the amazing scent I marched at full speed towards her room, just to realize that that was an even bigger mistake. Her scent was the strongest here and there was a damn bed there. Images started to enter my head of what I could do with her on that bed; in what way I could make her scream my name, my real name in a delirious voice, but it was not time yet. Not yet.
Gently I placed my baby on her bed, removed her shoes and made sure that she was tugged in under her covers. She let out some soft small sad whimpers in protest of her not being in my embrace anymore. With a heavy heart I hushed her quietly back to sleep while stroking her head in a soothing manner whispering "goodnight" to her.
'Ugh she will be the death of me one day.' I thought shaking my head with a huge plastered grin on my face.
