She’s in danger. She’s mine. And I ain’t lettin’ her outta my sight.
Didn’t plan on gettin’ tangled up with my kid’s teacher.
Miss Bronson—sweet voice, soft curves, and way too many good intentions. The kinda woman who sticks her nose where it don’t belong… like in my daughter’s life.
At first, I watched ‘cause I had to. Had to make sure she wasn’t a threat.
But then I kept watchin’—because I couldn’t f*ckin’ stop.
Wasn’t just me, though. Some creep started sniffin’ around, and I saw red.
So I stepped in. Told myself I was just protectin’ her.
Truth? I just wanted an excuse to pull her close.
And once I had her, I wasn’t lettin’ go.
We were close to catchin’ the bastard tailin’ her—but he got to her first.
I’m comin’ for her—ain’t stoppin’ till she’s back where she belongs.
Because she’s not just my obsession anymore.
She’s mine.
