Be My Bad Boy (BWWM)

CH: 93 Mine

CH: 93 Mine 

(Rosemary POV)

There are monsters in this world who walk amongst us as humans, thinking they are powerful and can get away with the crimes they commit. An experience I unfortunately saw since I was a child. I took that experience, and it shaped me into the woman I am today. 

Not because I couldn't get over it, no. It was nothing about that; it was because I knew there were others. Other monsters who are out there hurting people and who will continue to do so, so why should I not work my hardest to help stop that, or prevent it? To give the people I was unable to save closure. I know I can't save everyone, but at least I can try to save or help some of them. And that is why, when one of those monsters takes an interest in getting rid of me, I allow their plan to somewhat work.

 I started to just want to get on with it, and knew I was able to prevent him from getting close to me, but sometimes the best way to catch a creature of these habits is to have them think that they are so close to getting away with something, and let them continue to feel big-headed about it.

It's been a few days since I received the new cases, but I wanted to prioritize the earlier one. There is no way in hell I was going to let that man get away with killing his wife and all the ones before that.

So, letting myself be used as bait just to get this creep dealt with is something I am all on board with. Even though Jamison is not overly thrilled with the idea. Especially with the way he was staring at me currently.

"Jami," I said his name softly, knowing that he was thinking of ways to stop me. He let out a sigh and walked towards me. He pulled me into his arms and kissed my forehead.

"I still don't like this idea." He said, lifting my head up with his finger, underneath my chin.

"I know, baby," I said to him, grabbing his hand to kiss it. Jami groaned, his eyes getting darker just from that. It sometimes surprises me the effect I had on him.

It's not safe, Bambi, and you know it." Jamison said.

"I know, and you're right. It's not safe, but he won't get the chance to hurt me. I won't let him." I told him, my voice not wavering as there was no need for it to.

I meant what I said; he was not going to be able to hurt me, and I was not going to allow him to try to hurt anyone. His life would end today.

"I won't let him, and I don't even want you anywhere near him," Jamison said, leaning his head against mine.

"You're very overprotective of me, baby. I like it. It's interesting how far we've come. Remember, you couldn't stand me." I said, lightly picking on him.

Jamison playfully rolled his eyes, chuckling at me being playful with him.

"That's because you were a big meanie." He said, lifting me up and walking towards the bed with me.

"A big meanie? I was never mean to you. I was just direct." I said, defending myself.

"Oh yeah? So that's what we're calling it? Direct?" He asked, placing me on the bed.