Killer's Obsession (Phantom Bastards MC #5) by Erin Osborne




Chapter One




Gwen

AFTER THE LAST cookout we had at the clubhouse, I was moved out of my sister’s house. She shares a home with her man, Fox, and I was staying with them. I have been since arriving in Benton Falls with the Phantom Bastards. It was good for Kim and me so we could work on building our relationship with one another. Now, I no longer live with them. I live with Killer.

I had gone to the library for a few hours to do some research and fill out what I needed for school. When I got home, there wasn’t anything in my room. Kim, Fox, and Killer had been sitting in the living room and didn’t say a word to me as I casually walked through to take care of my things before joining them. Talk about getting the shock of my life when I walked through my door to find the room stripped bare of all my belongings.

The first thoughts going through my mind had been they got tired of me always being around. Even though I had talked to Fox about things at the cookout. I’m not sure what happened as I stood in the middle of the empty room with tears streaming down my face. My heart was breaking as I realized they didn’t want me here any longer. Fox and Kim wanted to move on with their lives and that no longer included me.

What truly puzzled me was the fact that I wasn’t in the way or making them take care of the house. I cleaned on a daily basis, made food, helped my sister when she was having a bad day, and did anything else I could to make their lives that much easier. Realizing I had nowhere to go was what truly shattered my heart into a million pieces.

“What’s wrong Sparrow?” Killer asks, walking in the room behind me and pulling me back against his chest.

“I don’t know what I did wrong,” I hiccup into my hands as I cover my face.

“You didn’t do anythin’ wrong,” he murmurs in my ear, his deep voice sending a thrill through my body. “Why would you think you did somethin’ wrong?”

“All of my stuff is gone. It’s like I’ve never been here. For Kim and Fox to do this to me, I must have messed up really bad. They’ve never mentioned wanting me to leave before now and suddenly all of my things have vanished into thin air,” I state, wiping the tears from my face as I stand up and square my shoulders.

“Baby girl, I’m tellin’ you, you did absolutely nothin’ wrong. We’ve been talkin’ and I know you want to get out of their house. While you won’t be livin’ on your own, you won’t be here right now,” Killer lets me know, turning me to face him. “I moved all your things over to my house. It’s not far from here and you’ll be able to see anyone you want whenever you want.”

“Why would you do that?” I ask him, astonishment filling my face as I stare up into his dark eyes.

“Because this saves the club from havin’ to keep a guy on you. You’ll be at my place where I can watch over you. When I’m not there for club business or whatever, a guy will be on you. That’s it. We can talk about you gettin’ a job and even goin’ to school if that’s what you want,” he says as if it’s no big deal.

“I’m not sure if that’s a good idea,” I start hesitantly. “I don’t want to be somewhere you bring women. I’d rather not see, or hear, that.”

“You’re the only woman who has ever stepped foot in the door at my house. No one has ever been inside, so you don’t have to worry about that,” he informs me, dropping a huge bomb on me.

“I guess. I just don’t think it’s gonna work. If it’s all the same to you, I’d rather go there now please. I have a lot to do before tomorrow morning,” I state, trying to tamp down my panic at the thought of staying with Killer in his house.

“What do you have to do?” he questions me, his eyes opening a bit more and his voice turning harsh.

“Just an appointment. It’s a standing one I go to every week,” I answer evasively.

Kim is the only one who knows I go to a meeting at least one time a week for domestic violence survivors. I’m sure Fox knows too because my sister doesn’t keep secrets from her man. It’s why I haven’t told her all of the details about growing up with our sperm donor. That’s how I’ve taken to thinking about our father. He’s nothing more than a man who donated sperm to create Kim and me.

Killer ended up taking me back to his house that night. When we got there, he made us dinner and told me to explore the house after showing me where my room and belongings were. He’s got a gorgeous two-story home not far from the clubhouse. It sits back in the woods so it’s not noticeable from the road. If you didn’t know where you were going, you’d honestly miss it completely.