His innocent obsession

Chapter 26

Jacksons POV

I drove through out the night to get home. Sergio gave me the new keys he had made, and thankfully never got a chance to empty the apartment.

If Abigail wanted to go home with me, then that was where I was bringing her.

My phone went off a few times during the ride. All from Celeste. I know she didn't directly have a hand it all that happened, but her loyalty to my cousin helped cause the mess he made.

Abigail slept the whole way back to the city, and all the way up to the apartment while I carried her. I settled her down on the bed and removed her shoes and socks and the rest leaving her in a tank and her panties. I wasn't going to force her to shower or wear anything else when it was just us.

I kneeled on the floor next to her side of the bed just watching her for while replaying the last 24 hour over and over again in my head.

When I left her at the foot of the drive way the fear I felt, I never knew it existed. Even when my mother died, or when I was getting booked and sent to prison. As scared as I was it didn't compare to the fright and anxiety I felt today.

All I could think about was what if he attempted to her hurt her? Could she fight him off until I got there? Or what if I couldn't get to her in time? The worst of my thoughts was what if he just walked in and put a bullet in her head without saying a word?

Even now, even though she's right in front of me, sleeping in my bed; that fear still lingers.

I watch her like a creep but I don't care. I love to watch her. Her brows occasionally furrow and I wonder what she's dreaming of. The sound of her soft breaths fill my ears, calming the usual chaos in my mind.

As I sit and lightly brush my fingers through her hair, a knock at my front door breaks my peaceful moment.

I quickly get to my feet and grab my gun from the dresser on the way out of the bedroom, closing the door behind me. As I hurry down the steps, I release the safety and send a bullet into the chamber when the knocking turns to pounding.

I check the peep hole to see it's Celeste. I rest my forehead against the door releasing the breath I was holding before placing my gun in my back holster and open the door. I frown looking down at her.

"Are you fucking crazy coming here at this time, pounding on my door? What the fuck do you want?" She tries to walk in past me, but I just block her.

"I want to see my sister Jackson. Why else would I come here?" I lean against the door frame, and cross my legs hooking my foot behind the door incase she tries to push it open.

"Abigail is sleeping Celeste. She went through something very traumatic today, she needs her rest. Go see your husband and come back in the morning." She stomps her foot like a child, thinking that'll work.

"Damn it, Jackson. I have a right to see her! I thought she was dead!" The change in her volume pisses me off to no end. I push off the wall and take a step forward. She cowers immediately like the little bitch that she is with her tail between her legs.

"Go. The. Fuck. Home. Celeste. I wont tell you again." She swallows hard taking a step back.

"What are you gonna do Jax? Shoot me?" I pinch the bridge of my nose chuckling at her stupidity.

"No, you spoiled, small minded little bitch. I'm just going to call the cops. Thanks to your husband I have a detective on speed dial, and a plain clothed officer parked outside the building. So you decide how you want the rest of your evening to go, while I go back inside. Goodnight Celeste." I turn on my heals and pray that she doesn't cause a problem. I lock the door and shut off the lights on the main floor before heading up to bed with my Babygirl. She must have finally realized that I wouldn't give in and left because there were no other disturbances for the rest of the night.