Page 5 of Unhallowed

“Drav—”

I stop myself, not understanding what kind of sick and twisted fucking game this is. Something tells me I’m about to find out in any case, and I’m about to hate my life.

“Firefly.”

I whisper so low I’m not sure she’s heard me, though clearly she has by the way tears pool in her eyes.

“Oh, God.” She sobs “I thought you were dead!”

My memories taunt me. The last one I have of us. Of her.

Firefly.

“God you feel so good, so perfect.”

“It’s just us forever, right?” She asks me, her doe eyes wide with tears as I thrust in and out of her. “Right?”

“Forever, baby.”

Fuck, I failed her.

It wasn’t forever back then, but I’m making up for it now. I need to take her and explain, I need to tell her what’s happening, but I can’t very well divulge the entire ritual. Only her part in it.

The Family is sacred and not to be betrayed.

Not for her, not for anyone.

“I’m not.” I smile at her, but her lips just wobble more violently. I can see her hands shaking even from all these feet away, and a shiver runs down my spine. What if she doesn’t love me anymore? What if she doesn’t want me? What if another man got stuck in that fucking basement with her and I can’t have her anymore? But see that’s the thing, I’m not that nice, sweet, naive boy anymore. No, I take what I want now.

And I wanther.

“You’re more beautiful than when I left.” I tell her honestly, noticing more curves than three years ago. Angel’s waist is still small, with an hour-glass figure, and her tits still look about the same, perky and barely a handful. Perfect. Her beautiful blonde hair, the deepest blue of her eyes. They’re the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen. Indigo.Gorgeous. “So perfect, baby.” I repeat what I used to say to her. And she really is with her full lips, straight small nose, and heart-shaped face. A little cleft on her chin.

She gasps again. “How is this possible, Draven?” I look at her more closely. She’s fucking pale and clearly vitamin deficient, but I’ll be fixing that soon. I’m not surprised though, she’s been in that basement for ten years. How the fuck did she not go crazy? Maybe she has. I don’t fucking care. “How did you get me out of there? How long has it been?”

“Three years since I last saw you.”

She cries again.

“It doesn’t matter,” I reply, and tears trail down her face, “Did you really think I’d let you go? That I wouldn’t come back for you?” I walk closer to her until we’re standing toe to toe. She’s even more breathtaking up close with cute little freckles on her face. She’ll look even more gorgeous underneath me, on top of me, however I can get her. “You’re mine, Angel. I’llneverlet you go again.”

“Sir,” the enforcer says, someone I hadn’t even noticed. He’s just been standing on the sidelines listening to everything I’ve told her. I don’t give a shit though, everyone should know not to fuck with her now that she’s here. “I’m assuming you don’t want me to take her to her quarters?”

“You’re dismissed,” I reply coldly, wanting her to myself already. This was the plan all along, to be with her, to never be without her again. She’s it for me, always has been. Always will be. I promised her forever and I plan to deliver. In just a few days.

Angel stays rooted to the spot, completely unmoving. Shit, I don’t even think she’s breathing right now. “Come here, Angel,” I tell her, calling her by her name, trying not to freak her out more than she already is. Surprisingly, she wraps her arms around me, squeezing my middle. Her head reaches just below my chin. She’s always been tall. I’d say five-seven or eight. “Did you miss me?”

Like a dam has broken free, she begins to sob against me. My eyes prick with my own tears, and I rub her back as her body shakes. “So. Fucking. Much,” she replies, making me chuckle.

“When did my little Firefly start cursing?” I ask her with amusement, my lips quirking up even through my tears. “The Angel I know doesn’t cuss.”

“A lot has changed since then, Drav.”

My body heats at her nickname for me, coming back just like that. So effortlessly that it makes me hopeful. Maybe she hasn’t moved on after all, not that I care if she has.

“Come with me.” I take a step back and begin to tug her to the opposite side of the house. I take her up a set of stairs and to the right of the hallway, to my room. She doesn’t say anything, just looks at the floor, not even looking at the pretty house. It’s an impressive home, with blonde hardwood floors and modern decor. I feel lucky every day to have the opportunity to be here, and also have a lavish house of my own, considering the shit hole I came from.

“What is this place? Is this where I’m staying?” She asks with apprehension in her voice as I close the door behind us. She doesn’t trust this. Or me. I need to change that considering the bomb I’m about to drop on her.

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