The Girl He Marked by Laila Callaway novel Chapter 2

As soon as I enter, Cohen, the head guard, opens his mouth to try and stop me.

'I've not come to see him, I've just brought you dinner, that's all,' I say quickly, putting the tray down on the table. Seeing as I've brought them food hundreds of times before, not one of them thinks anything of it and they all begin tucking in.

I leave them to it and return to my house, knowing that when I check on them in half an hour, they should all be nicely unconscious. A little drastic I know, but I couldn't think of anything else.

I manage to keep myself busy for half an hour, and then I hurry back over to the holding cells. I slowly push open the door, jumping as I see a hand lying on the floor behind the desk. I step further into the room, smiling as I realize my plan has worked and all four of the guards are sleeping soundly in their chairs. Except for Cohen, who is on the floor covered in spaghetti.

Oops.

I push Dina out of the way on her wheeled chair and type Rixon's name into the computer, getting the code for his door lock.

I rush downstairs and punch in the code, Rixon jumps up as I pull open the barred gate. He pulls me into his arms, crushing me against his chest. Wrapped in his inked, tanned arms is my happy place.

'Come on, let's get you out of here,' I take his hand and we run upstairs and towards my house.

'How did you get here'

'Ben dropped me off,' he replies so I gesture to my car.

'I'll drive you home.'

We sit in silence in the car, although every now and then Rixon leans over and gives my hand a squeeze.

'It's going to be okay you know, your parents will get over it,' he tells me, completely sure of himself.

'How are you so calm about all this My dad locked you up in a cell today,' I reply, shaking my head at the thought of it.

'Because I've got you, of course I want your parents to like me, but if they don't, it doesn't really matter cause you're all I want,' he explains, and it's one of the most romantic things I've ever heard.

How did I get so lucky

I drop Rixon off at his house and stand on the porch, reluctant to leave.

'Do I have to go' I whine, wondering why I can't just stay here with him.

'Yes, they're your parents, you need to make up with them,' he says firmly, and I'm tempted to stamp my foot like a child.

'Fine,' I mutter petulantly, 'But if they haven't calmed down by the ball, I'm leaving okay' I tell him and Rixon nods.

'I mean it, if they can't accept us, I'm leaving and we can go somewhere else,' I plead, and he gives me a sad smile.

'But Lexi, they're your family,' he protests but I shake my head.