Only his

Ch3

Drew's POV

The sleek black SUV rolled slowly up the driveway of the Clark family home, the engine's purr muffled beneath the heavy weight of what I was about to do. I stared out the tinted window at the big old house, the place where Karen's laughter still echoed in my head. Tonight, I wasn't leaving without her.

I stepped out, the polished leather of my shoes hitting the concrete with quiet authority. Each step was measured, deliberate. I was a man used to getting what he wanted — and tonight, what I wanted was waiting inside.

I knocked firmly on the front door.

It creaked open and there she was — Mama Mattie. Her eyes narrowed the moment she saw me.

"I'm here for Karen," I said flatly.

Her voice trembled as she replied, "You can go get her... but please, don't hurt my baby."

I held her gaze steady, softening only a fraction.

"I won't hurt her," I promised. "Not if she listens."

Mattie stepped aside, and I walked into the house, knowing the storm I was about to bring.

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Mattie's POV

My heart hammered in my chest as I went to get Karen.

There was nothing I could do to stop this man. Drew Sheard was a force of nature — ruthless, dangerous. I'd heard stories that made my blood run cold. They said he killed a man just for looking at him too long. The whole city feared him. Even I, her mother, was powerless.

I knocked gently on Karen's bedroom door. I could hear her breathing, trying to stay calm.

I opened it slowly, sitting beside her.

"Karen," I said softly, "he's downstairs. Are you ready?"

She looked at me with those wide, scared eyes.

"No," she whispered, "but I have to go."

I nodded, my heart breaking.

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Karen's POV

When Mama came into my room and told me Drew was downstairs, I felt the room close in on me. I had heard the stories — the rumors whispered in the church halls, the news reports about him being cold and deadly. I didn't want to face him, but I knew it was useless to run.

I stood up, took a shaky breath, and headed downstairs.

When I reached the bottom step, he was already standing there — tall, calm, waiting like he owned the entire world.

"I'm ready," I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

He nodded. "Good."

We walked outside in silence. The night air was cool against my skin.

He opened the car door for me with that same quiet authority that made my stomach twist.

"Thank you," I whispered.

He didn't say anything. Just slid into the driver's seat and started the car.

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We went to a restaurant—not the fancy kind he owned or frequented, but a quiet place where the noise of the outside world seemed to fall away.

For a while, I almost forgot why I was there. We talked, laughed softly. I even smiled.

But then, as dessert was cleared away, the conversation changed.

He said I couldn't go home.

I blinked, fear rising like a tidal wave.

"Why can't I go home?" I asked, voice shaking.

"Because you're mine," he said flat and cold. "End of discussion."

"No," I said, standing up. "I'm not yours. I'm my own person."

His eyes darkened with rage.

"Say it," he hissed. "Say you're mine."

"I'm not," I whispered.

The next moment, his hand was around my neck. I gasped as my vision blurred, tears pricking the corners of my eyes.

"You're mine," he growled.

"I'm yours," I choked out, barely able to breathe.

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What y'all think is going to happen next?

Is Drew going too far?
Is Karen about to break free — or will she get pulled deeper into his world?

Let me know what you think.