Claiming the Voodoo Princess
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Then, I looked up at him and saw that his brows were knitted. “What happened? What’s wrong?”
-AARON- SEASON
“I’m still holding.” I was irritated as hell, but I didn’t let the warden at the facility know that.
I looked behind me at Sasha who was washing dishes, probably trying to keep her composure for the maintenance man who was changing the knob and locks on my front door.
“My prince,” the warden called me.
“Yeah, I’m still here.” I turned my attention back to the Skype logo on my Samsung refrigerator.
“Yes, sir, she’s still there.”
My veins ran cold and my nerves stood on end. “What do you mean she’s still there? Warden, I don’t think you understand. Someone was in—”
“Sire, I understand you just fine, but it wasn’t her. She’s still in her bunker. They can see her sleeping.”
“Thank you.” I ended the call, hurriedly calling my father back.
“Son?” He answered on the first ring. “What did they say? Did you call the police?”
“They just left.” I ran my hand down my face, thankful that the laws were able to come and see that someone of our kind used their claws to get past my locks. “They don’t have any fingerprints to go off of, dad. The warden said Mel was in her bunker. It couldn’t have been her. I don’t have any enemies. I don’t understand.”
“Did they give you an official report?”
“Yeah, I have one.”
“Okay. You know you’re more than welcome to come home until we can figure things out.”
“I know, dad. I’ll make sure to reach out if I need help. I just wish they were close enough to give me a scent. I can see very goddamn well in the dark, and I know I saw someone turn the corner in the hall, but they had to be quick enough to get out and onto the elevator while I was putting Baby in the closet and getting my gun.”
“Search the surveillance. Your building has cameras.”
“Police already did it. Whoever it was, was smart enough to wear a hood and to turn their face away from the cameras so they wouldn’t be distinct. No one was in the lobby at the time, so no one saw this person’s face.” Angrily, I slammed the bottom of my balled fist against the island. “Fuck!”
“It’s alright, son. You and Sasha are okay. I’m sending security to you if you choose to stay home. No one will be able to get to you or her.”
“Thanks, dad.” I hung up with a hanged head, wishing the maintenance guy would hurry the hell up and leave.
Sasha dried her hands off on a dish towel as she rounded the island, swaying over to me. She wrapped her arms around my waist, pressing her cheek softly into my lower back. “It’s alright, Aaron. We’re together, we’re safe, and we’re alive.”
“Sasha, you don’t understand—”
“I do understand. You want to be able to protect us, but you feel you weren’t able to do that. It’s a lesson in it. We’ll just have to be more careful.”
As angry as I wanted to be, and as much as I wanted to lash out, all I could hear were Mel’s words. Show your bitch who you really are. Then, there was Quisha telling me to grow the fuck up.
Instead of ridding the island of the decorative dishes, I kissed Sasha’s palm and turned to her with a smirk. “You’re right, baby. My dad’s sending security. We’ll go back to sleep when they get here, if that makes you comfortable.”
“Yes.” She smiled brightly for me, melting away all that anger and frustration I was trying to hide. “In the meantime, help me with this mess we made earlier in here. I don’t want to wake up to this.”
I chuckled, but it immediately shut off when I turned and saw the blades of the standup mixer, the crumbs on the counter, our bowls and spoons, a knife, and the holder of the deep fryer. We really did make a mess, but we could get rid of it together.
Still, on my mind, was the burning thought of who could’ve been in my goddamn apartment and why. They didn’t take anything, and nothing was moved. It was almost as if they were just there to watch us.
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