Unforgettable

Chapter 15 I "This is your bed."

Isaac's POV

"What took you so long?" My brother greets me once I enter the warehouse to take care of the men who ogled my woman in my own fucking house. Idiots! My brother can call himself lucky. If he weren't family, I would have shot both his kneecaps by now for having those men in the same room as Allison.

"None of your business." I tell him, a satisfied smile on my lips just thinking about the reason I was late. I could still taste her on my tongue. Damn, I couldn't wait to get back home, so I could devour her all over again. Three years of not fucking has to be made up for. "Where are they?" I simply ask and without hesitation, Immanuel and I go into a separated part where three men are tied to chairs.

Those fuckers really thought looking at my woman was okay. Fucking wrong. I could see Immanuel already had a few hits here and there, but I would sure enjoy giving them the rest. Well, if it wasn't for my damn phone interrupting me. But when I saw the number who was from the house, I immediately answer the call. "Yes."

"She is telling the guards you allowed her to leave the house, saying she wants to buy clothes." I liked Andrews, my head of security. I trusted him, seeing as he took a bullet for me once, luckily surviving. He was the most suitable man to look after my woman when I wasn't around. He had eyes and ear everywhere, knowing better than to look at Allison the wrong way.

"I see." My girl was trouble, I knew that. Clearly she hasn't been fucked hard enough yet. Next time I won't hold back, draining her from all energy after effectively tying her to my bed. "Let her go then." I smirk to myself, already having a plan in mind. "I'm heading out now. Follow her, but don't let know. She can go two towns north or south, then the busses won't take her further. There you'll have her trapped and I will get her myself." It wasn't conventional, but if she wanted to know what it's like without my protection, she would soon find out.

"Yes, sir." Andrews agrees.

"But Andrews-" I add before I end the call. "There better not be any harm done to her, or you'll pay for it." Without waiting for an answer, I end the call, now having to get out and follow her. "You got lucky, gentlemen." I announce, gracing the tied men my attention. "You get the easy way out." Three shots in between the eyes later, I exit the warehouse far quicker than anticipated and get in the car.

"What now?" Immanuel asks me, but a look from myself tells him everything he needs to know. "What has she done now?" he mumbles and leans back in his seat.

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"You know, I like her more and more." Immanuel chuckles as we watch my little trouble wander down the streets, since we had cameras everywhere. For the past few hours my brother watched me lose my shit almost a dozen times. I badly wanted to just go and drag her back home, but in the last second I reminded myself that I was teaching her a lesson. "There he is." He points to one of my men standing in the street, just waiting for Allison. And just as planned, she goes up to him, asking for a hotel. Everyone else in town was on lockdown, not wanting her to be seen by anyone else. Everything went as planned, until she was finally trapped. I gave it a few minutes time before I made my entry, really wanting her to appreciate the safety I provide.

"Isaac!" She gasps, her wide green eyes on me. Relief overcomes her clearly visibly. I smirk when she immediately takes her chance to run into my arms once she is freed. She was so pure and innocent, nothing like my world. But she will be by my side as I rule this world just how I like it. Knowing this, I keep her face pressed into my chest when I shoot the guy who called her names, yet wanting her to know how my business worked.

Allison was so in shock, she simply curled up to me in the car as I talked to Immanuel. Of course in Italian. "What are you gonna do with her now?" My brother looked a little concerned for Allison and I appreciated it. She would very soon become someone he promised he'd protect when he took the oath.