Precious Cargo: Taken

Chapter Twelve

Spencer

That crazy bitch. I should have killed her months ago. Putting my Kylie in danger. In the end Paulina got what she deserved. I just wish I could have taken my time with her.

He glanced down at their joined hands and felt at ease. Kylie was sitting with her head on his shoulder, her back to the dark tinted windows. As the SUV slowed Kylie exhaled and looked out of the side window.

His Kylie. She passed out after he shot Paulina. It was too much for her. But she's strong, she'll be fine. Already she is accepting of what happened. It won't be long before she is at ease with my work. And I think we are past the point of her trying to leave me.

Not that she'd ever be able to get away. He would find her no matter where she tried to hide. But that isn't a worry now. Even if she hasn't developed feelings for him yet, she would be too afraid to leave. Either way she wasn't going anywhere without him.

They pulled up to his cottage and Davis opened Spencer's door. "We're here." Spencer got out of the SUV with Kylie in tow.

"Is this where we're staying?" She asked, looking around in awe.

His cottage was set in the middle of nowhere, woods surrounding them on all sides. There was not a chance she would be able to get out of the house. But if she did, he knew there was nowhere she would be able to go.

"Yes." He stood close to her, "Do you like it?"

Blushing, she smiled as she looked up into his eyes, "It's beautiful."

Her lips called to him as he kissed her. "Let's go in." He had enough time to have a couple of hours with her before he had to go to work.

Leading Kylie into the cottage, he heard her gasp in awe at the beauty of the open concept. The front room spanned three quarters of the whole bottom floor, the full span of the back and right side were all floor to ceiling bullet-proof windows. She stood rooted in place as if afraid to move.

Spencer pulled her toward the left side, past the kitchen area toward a hallway that led to three rooms. The bedroom, the office, and the library. Upstairs was the loft for when he entertained, which he never did.

Knowing what she would love to experience first and foremost, he led her past the bedroom and office straight to the library. It wasn't too big a room but all four walls were lined floor to ceiling with books, DVDs, and first editions. In the center of the room were two large comfortable loveseats and a table in the center.

"Spencer...how did you find this place?" She asked in awe.

"What do you mean? I had it built."

She turned to him, "This is yours?"

"Yes, why? Is there something wrong?"

Turning back toward the room, "No." She said out of breath, "No, nothing is wrong." She walked to the shelf directly in front of her. "Can I..." She pointed to a book.

"Of-course."

Holding the hardcover book with both hands, she examined it as a mother would a baby. She then placed it back on the shelf and continued to inspect the shelves. After a few minutes, she turned back to him. "This is absolutely the most beautiful room I have ever seen."

"Well if you truly feel that way then maybe we'll stay here longer than planned." His phone buzzed. After reading his message, he looked at her still form and motioned for her to come to him.

She walked to him without question. Spencer couldn't help that he felt whole when he held her. It seemed like he was in a never ending dream. There goes my inner female voice. He glanced upward as if disgusted with himself. Does this mean I am weak? He shook his head as if to clear his mind, fuck it. I don't care. As long as I have Kylie, I'll be fine. "Why don't you choose a book and I'll be right back." He said softly.

Kylie's eyes sparkled, she nodded and turned to the books as he left.

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Kylie

All the books! This was an absolute heaven. She giggled to herself as she thought, had he brought me here to begin with I never would have tried to leave.

Her fingers ran over titles of all shapes, sizes, and genres. She settled on a favorite of hers, The Dreams she Kept. It was a love story by A.A. Creek. The fact that he had this book did not surprise her. He probably got it for her.

She was well into the end of the first chapter when Spencer sat down next to her. "Ahh, you found your shelf."

"My shelf?" Kylie peered up at him.

"Yes, I had a shelf with all of your favorite books put in every house I own." He said as he played with a strand of her hair.

What? But, why would he do that? And then it hit her. He had been planning on taking her for a very long time.

Trying not to freak out, she breathed out. "Oh." Holding tight to the book.

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Spencer

A couple of hours later Spencer silently stepped into the kitchen in the back of the house. He knew the target had a son but the son did not live with him. There was no one else in the house aside from his reason for being there.

He walked through the house, having already looked over the floorplan. Through the hall to the sitting room to the office where Mr. Black had fallen asleep on his lounger. Walking into the dark room, he noticed there was a puppy licking Mr. Black's face, waking him.

Spencer stepped into the shadow of the room. The puppy looked in his direction but then as Mr. Black started to get up his attention was pulled away. Fuck. This was going to take longer than he planned.

He stood back and out of sight. As he watched Mr. Black gave the puppy a small bone to play with, Spencer thought about Kylie. Her smiling face was always with him, it seemed, almost to distract him.

The way her face looked when she reached her peak was enough to make him want her all over again. It was as if he couldn't get enough of her.

His Kylie.

The puppy raced past him out of the room. Spencer stepped forward immediately, gun in hand, suppressor attached. Mr. Black looked surprised but sat back. Spencer knew he could not see his face or any part of him but Mr. Black seemed to be expecting him.

"I was wondering who they would send. Are you 'The Angel of Death'?" Mr. Black asked as if they were old friends.

Spencer did not answer him but stood before him, gun pointed. He did not care for the name that seemed to follow him. He was in fact the giver of death but what he did was for money, not God.

"Is there any way I could persuade you to leave?" Mr. Black asked. "I can double or triple whatever they're paying you, you know."

It never ceased to surprise him. Spencer was here to take his life and Mr. Black seemed to be asking questions and discussing the future of some company as if he were in a conference room. Except now he was asking for his own life to be spared.

He hated it when they begged. There was nothing he could do for them. Spencer fired his weapon just as Mr. Black was about to speak again. Now, he sat slumped forward at his desk, blood dripping from the hole in his head.

The puppy came back into the room and was trying to get Mr. Black to wake up by licking his face and wound. Spencer was out of the room before the puppy realized he was there. He walked out the same way he had come in. Quiet and without a trace.

He had to get back to Kylie. 

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