Only his

Ch13

Nobody's POV

The Clark family was in a restless state. Every conversation seemed to revolve around one urgent topic: how to get Karen out of Detroit — far from Drew, far from the dangerous grip tightening around her like steel chains.

Ideas bounced around the room like echoes in an empty hall. "What about Las Vegas?" Twinkie suggested, her voice hopeful but cautious. "It's far enough away, and we could arrange something discreet."

Jacky nodded. "It could work, but we have to move fast and quietly. Drew's reach is long... too long."

Mattie Moss Clark, their mother, sat silently, her face etched with worry and determination. No one mentioned the one fact they all tried to ignore: Drew was already headed to Las Vegas — for business — a trip that could bring danger even closer to Karen.

They just didn't know it yet.

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Karen's POV

I ran upstairs, my heart pounding in my chest.

My family was plotting — scheming ways to save me, to get me out. But deep down, I knew it was hopeless. Drew's shadow was everywhere. There was no way out of this. No safe escape.

Two hours passed in a blur. I sat on the edge of my bed, the weight of my fears settling like a stone in my stomach. Then, the doorbell rang.

I hesitated, unsure if I should answer. But curiosity and dread pushed me forward.

When I opened the door, there he was — Drew, standing there with a bag full of candy and gifts, a casual smile on his face that didn't quite reach his eyes.

I just stood there, shocked, unable to move.

He stepped inside without waiting for an invitation and handed me the bag.

"Here. I brought this for you," he said softly.

"Thank you," I murmured, still unsure. "But... what are you doing here?"

He smiled again, his eyes darkening with something I couldn't place.

"I can't just come see my future wife and not bring her something."

Future wife.

The words echoed in my mind — almost surreal, like a cruel joke.

"Get ready," he said, voice firm but low. "We're going out. I'll be back in an hour. Be ready."

He leaned down, kissed my hand — a tender gesture that somehow sent a chill through me — then brushed my forehead with his lips. Without another word, he left.

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Drew's POV

I made my way to the Clark residence with a plan. I wanted to give Karen her things — little things to remind her she belonged to me.

Among the gifts was a ring, hidden carefully in the bottom of the bag. That one was special, reserved for after our night out — when I could have her all to myself, and the world would disappear.

I didn't care how long it took. She was mine.

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Nobody's POV

An hour later, Drew returned to the Clark house.

He stood at the door, waited a moment, then rang the bell.

Karen appeared, dressed beautifully — a flowing sapphire blue dress that hugged her figure just right, shimmering softly with every move.

Drew smiled, stepping forward to press a soft kiss to her forehead.