You’re not leaving me. And I can’t let you run around unprotected on the MIT campus.”
He thought she’d protest, but she simply sighed, giggling a little. “OK, Daddy Warbucks. But I think you’re biting off more than you can chew.” Then she sighed, and didn’t move.
Fionn could have happily closed his eyes and passed out as well, but he wanted to be comfortable when he rested with her. In this case, “comfortable” equaled “dry and lying down.”
Somehow, he managed to get them back to his bedroom, dried, and spooned together with the covers securely over them. With one final kiss to her hair, Fionn wrapped her securely in his arms and slept like the dead.
Chapter Ten
They weren’t alone in the house. Some innate sense Fionn had always possessed snagged him, raising an alarm he was well familiar with. LeeAnn lay sprawled over his chest, her body half on top of him; her slight weight seemed to pin him to the bed. Fionn didn’t even try to be subtle when he rolled from underneath her to the nightstand where his gun lay on the alarm clock where he could reach it easily. A quick check of his weapon showed him it was fully loaded with a round in the chamber. Whatever motherfucker had invaded his home was about to die. Slowly. If the bastard was lucky.
Weapon ready, Fionn snagged a pair of jeans from the nearby dresser, slinging them on quickly before grabbing a T-shirt for LeeAnn. She sat up, not saying a word but as the moonlight bathed her face, he could see her eyes wide with fear. He didn’t say anything to her, merely pulled her across the bed, urging her to crouch beside it on the floor. Surprisingly, she didn’t fight him, merely took her cues from him. Fionn quickly got the shirt over her head before placing his mouth right at her ear.
“Someone’s in the house. Lock yourself in the bathroom until I come back for you.”
“What are you going to do?” Fionn could see her eyes sparkling up at him. There was fear, of course, but there was also a hard resolve. Which was why he got the sinking feeling she wasn’t going to do what he told her.
“Kill them.”
“I just knew you’d say that,” she muttered under her breath, but, surprisingly, thankfully, crept silently to the bathroom. “Fionn?” She said his name softly, almost like a caress. When he looked at her, she said, “Try not to get yourself killed. I’d be very put out if you did.” Then she shut and locked the door as he’d instructed.
Fionn couldn’t help his smile. He no longer cared why he felt this way, only that it continued. With that thought, he checked his weapon one more time. Woe be unto whomever was in his house because, in his mind, an invader put LeeAnn in danger. Any danger to her, Fionn would annihilate.
Silently, he made his way through the house, checking everything as he went. Fionn knew his place. When he’d come home from killing Magda, he’d noted every place LeeAnn had been just by her footfalls on the carpet, the odd handprint on the immaculate wood furnishings, or an object slightly out of place. As he made his way to the kitchen, he knew whoever was here hadn’t yet ventured into the main part of the house.
When he approached the kitchen, however, he saw them. Three shadowy figures conversing quietly. Outside the kitchen entry, he saw his guard sprawled out on the patio, his neck at an odd angle. With all the electronic security he had, the guard seemed like an overkill, but at the time, he’d been more concerned about LeeAnn trying to escape than he’d been about anyone breaking in to get her. She wouldn’t care if she tripped an alarm. All of this told him two things. First, whoever these guys were, they were good. He wouldn’t underestimate them. Second, he was going to kill every last motherfucking one of them.
Without further thought, Fionn took aim and squeezed the trigger. Two went down immediately—brain and bone would be splattered all over his kitchen wall if his aim
He thought she’d protest, but she simply sighed, giggling a little. “OK, Daddy Warbucks. But I think you’re biting off more than you can chew.” Then she sighed, and didn’t move.
Fionn could have happily closed his eyes and passed out as well, but he wanted to be comfortable when he rested with her. In this case, “comfortable” equaled “dry and lying down.”
Somehow, he managed to get them back to his bedroom, dried, and spooned together with the covers securely over them. With one final kiss to her hair, Fionn wrapped her securely in his arms and slept like the dead.
Chapter Ten
They weren’t alone in the house. Some innate sense Fionn had always possessed snagged him, raising an alarm he was well familiar with. LeeAnn lay sprawled over his chest, her body half on top of him; her slight weight seemed to pin him to the bed. Fionn didn’t even try to be subtle when he rolled from underneath her to the nightstand where his gun lay on the alarm clock where he could reach it easily. A quick check of his weapon showed him it was fully loaded with a round in the chamber. Whatever motherfucker had invaded his home was about to die. Slowly. If the bastard was lucky.
Weapon ready, Fionn snagged a pair of jeans from the nearby dresser, slinging them on quickly before grabbing a T-shirt for LeeAnn. She sat up, not saying a word but as the moonlight bathed her face, he could see her eyes wide with fear. He didn’t say anything to her, merely pulled her across the bed, urging her to crouch beside it on the floor. Surprisingly, she didn’t fight him, merely took her cues from him. Fionn quickly got the shirt over her head before placing his mouth right at her ear.
“Someone’s in the house. Lock yourself in the bathroom until I come back for you.”
“What are you going to do?” Fionn could see her eyes sparkling up at him. There was fear, of course, but there was also a hard resolve. Which was why he got the sinking feeling she wasn’t going to do what he told her.
“Kill them.”
“I just knew you’d say that,” she muttered under her breath, but, surprisingly, thankfully, crept silently to the bathroom. “Fionn?” She said his name softly, almost like a caress. When he looked at her, she said, “Try not to get yourself killed. I’d be very put out if you did.” Then she shut and locked the door as he’d instructed.
Fionn couldn’t help his smile. He no longer cared why he felt this way, only that it continued. With that thought, he checked his weapon one more time. Woe be unto whomever was in his house because, in his mind, an invader put LeeAnn in danger. Any danger to her, Fionn would annihilate.
Silently, he made his way through the house, checking everything as he went. Fionn knew his place. When he’d come home from killing Magda, he’d noted every place LeeAnn had been just by her footfalls on the carpet, the odd handprint on the immaculate wood furnishings, or an object slightly out of place. As he made his way to the kitchen, he knew whoever was here hadn’t yet ventured into the main part of the house.
When he approached the kitchen, however, he saw them. Three shadowy figures conversing quietly. Outside the kitchen entry, he saw his guard sprawled out on the patio, his neck at an odd angle. With all the electronic security he had, the guard seemed like an overkill, but at the time, he’d been more concerned about LeeAnn trying to escape than he’d been about anyone breaking in to get her. She wouldn’t care if she tripped an alarm. All of this told him two things. First, whoever these guys were, they were good. He wouldn’t underestimate them. Second, he was going to kill every last motherfucking one of them.
Without further thought, Fionn took aim and squeezed the trigger. Two went down immediately—brain and bone would be splattered all over his kitchen wall if his aim
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