[ON GOING] All Of Me 18+ Only (Book 3 of Lastor series) #Wattys2020

Chapter 23

Katrina and Sawyer stood tensely by the door while I scrolled through their reports. Everything seemed to be clear of any disruption on Katrina's side of things. Sawyer's, however, had several breaches in security though most were generally caused by my own disregard of my security and the rest were unavoidable due to the situation. Like when I provided my services to both sides of a conflict, which ultimately led to an assassination attempt on me by one of the parties. That had been a shít show and the highlight of my month. It was actually impressive, and bothersome, that Sawyer had managed to keep me alive at this point.

I closed the tablet and handed it back to Katrina. "Okay," I said before picking up my violin.

"Do we... do we return to our duties?" Katrina asked warily.

I hummed in response as I adjusted the pegs. "You're both still on desk duty until you finish physical therapy though."

"Yes, of course," she promptly affirmed, sounding relieved.

"By the way..." I went on as they were heading out the door.

I lifted my head and set my gaze on Sawyer, holding out a hand and beckoning him to me. He approached and I took his fingers in my hand, forcefully yanking him down. He stumbled on his crutch, managing to catch himself before he could fall over me.

"I'm Angel Lastor," I murmured softly, locking our eyes together and squeezing his fingers in my grip. "Be very mindful of that in your treatment of my precious Kat, Sawyer Flint."

He swallowed, drawing back slightly. "Yes, Ma'am."

"Mi-Miss Lastor," Katrina spluttered out frantically.

I chuckled lightly at the sight of her flustering. "Happy fucking." I released my grip, bringing my attention to the music sheets scattered on the floor around me. "But get sloppy again and I'm done with the both of you."

"Yes, Miss Lastor," they replied in unison.

"Go now. I'm thinking," I mumbled, setting the violin on my shoulder.

They left the room and I started playing the violin section of the concerto I'd been composing. I only managed to get through halfway the first movement before my arms grew fatigued and my fingers got too weak to properly finger the strings. I decided to go into the library to work on the piano section, gathering all the sheets and going to the door. I stomped my foot on it a few times before it was opened by Finn who was on watch duty while the others were resting since I got pissed at having them all wasting energy following me around the house, now they worked on shifts unless I was outside.

"Do you need a hand, Ma'am?" he offered as I shuffled up the stairs.

"Yeah, let me in the library," I said, tucking a stack off sheets under my chin when they started falling off.

He walked ahead of me and had the door open when I reached the library. Artie was with Katrina and the rest of the logistics team. They stopped their discussion as I entered the room. I tossed Artie the legal pads I'd filled with my analyses to fix the complications in our operations and strategies for their implementation, and headed to the piano on the other side of the room. I dropped the music sheets, letting them fall down to my feet, and pulled off the sheet covering the piano.

"Would you like the room for yourself, Miss Lastor?" Artie asked.

"No, just ignore me," I mumbled as I took a seat in front of the piano. "I'm thinking."

They carried on with their discussion while I looted through the scattered sheets, picking up the ones for the piano section and stacking them in order over the rack. They kept falling off and I decided to just tape them on the French windows to my right. I surveyed the sheets from my seat on the bench for a moment but couldn't see the notes properly.