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

Chapter 7

After three days of observation, Katrina, Jamie, and Sawyer were cleared to travel. Jamie decided to do his rehabilitation in Beirut with Sawyer and would be joining the surveillance team at our residence while Sawyer would remain as my Head of Security, though on an administrative position. When we landed, we were met by the new guards Ben had sent to step in temporarily while the guys healed. I kept mindful of Jamie's request not to scare them too much.

"Miss Lastor," one of them greeted, approaching me. "Leonardo Rotti. I'll be your primary for the time being." He held out a hand between us and I swatted it away. He pursed his lips, lowering his hand. "Let me take your bag for you."

I leaned away when he reached for me and the guys moved, taking their positions. Sawyer ambled to his at my front in his crutch, managing to look intimidating despite his pitiful state. Leonardo Rotti took a step back.

"Please refrain from touching Miss Lastor," Sawyer said coolly.

"I... I'm sorry," he stammered.

"Why don't we head back? I'll debrief you."

He nodded, turning and leading the way to the SUVs waiting at the lot while we followed behind. I leaned to the side, looking over Sawyer's arm and surveying the vicinity.

"Where's Rick?" I asked.

"Dr. Richardson is back at the residence," Rotti replied, looking over Sawyer's shoulder. "He... uh... wanted me to say that... you..." I looked at him, arching a brow. He averted his gaze. "You can... comfort yourself."

"You mean fuck myself, hun?" He cleared his throat, nodding. I sighed. "Why is he being such an ass? I didn't do anything wrong." Katrina and the guys looked at me, eyeing me up and down. "What? My life was under threat. I just protected myself." They didn't respond. I rolled my eyes. "Whatever."

We filed into the SUVs and rode back to Sidon. When we reached the mansion where we've been staying, I noticed there were more guards and cameras posted at the perimeter. Ben needed to chill the fuck up.

Rick was standing by the banister with Padme and Buster when we walked into the foyer. He didn't look as happy to see me as they did. Everyone shuffled off wordlessly, leaving me alone with him. Padme and Buster were jumping on me, barking to get my attention. I dropped my bag, scratching their ears and kissing them in greeting.

Rick whistled and they went to him. "Crate. Go," he ordered quietly, snapping his fingers.

They bounded down the hall, leaving me alone again. I sighed, walking past him and heading up the stairs when he just kept staring at me.

"Are you seriously walking away from me right now?"

I sighed again, turning to face him as I stood at the top of the stairs while he remained standing by the banister. "What do you want me to say, Rick?"

"I don't know. Maybe explain yourself?" he spat sarcastically.

"If I do, will it make a difference? Will it make you less angry?"

"Trust me, nothing can make me less angry right now," he spat as he came up the stairs.

"Exactly." I turned, heading to our bedroom. "So why should I bother explaining myself?"

"Because that's how relationships work!" he yelled back as he followed me inside.

I sighed, shrugging off my coat and hanging it behind the door. "Can we just skip to the part where we fuck and make up?"

"That's not how it works!"

I groaned. "God, sometimes I wish you would just..."

He arched a brow, taking a step forward. "What? I would just what?"