Page 35 of Quiet Confessions: Part Two

“Do you think something will happen while she’s asleep?” Cal asks. I can tell that he’s battling his possessive nature with worry for Pay.

“We just don’t know,” I tell him. “I’ll let you know if anything happens tonight.”

They both say goodnight and I leave the door unlocked. Crawling into bed next to her, I spend an embarrassing amount of time just staring at her. We got so damn lucky.

PATIENCE

Everything is dark. The shadows keep moving, but I can’t see anything. I’m laying in a bed with soft sheets and the shadows start to crawl up my body. Except the shapeless form is changing, and it’s Isabella.

“You haven’t seen the last of me, little whore. Shit brown hair, nothing special. Why do they obsess over you,” she snarls. Pinning my shoulders down, her thighs trap my body in the blankets I’m under.

“Let me go,” I whimper. “I’m safe… You’re not real!”

“And yet, you’re under my control. Why are you so obsessed with me?” she chuckles. “I’m going to take your pretty boys from you, fuck them, and make them throw you away. You’ll be alone forever.”

“No! They love me,” I whisper. I’ve done so many things while in that sex club. I remember how Spider was forced to perform with me on camera, the solo work I did, and fucking Rooke. None of it was my choice. What if they think this makes me a whore?

I’m spiraling. Damn bitch.

“No. Get out of my head. Go!” I scream, struggling against her, my hair obscuring my face.

The shadows shift again, and now Earl is pinning me down. His skin is sallow and gray, and there’s blood pouring from his wounds.

“I wonder how your eyes will taste when I pop them out of your pretty little skull. My contracts mean nothing now, death is freeing,” Earl rasps, digging his finger in my socket, trying to pry my eye out.

Screaming. Someone is screaming. Who is that poor girl?

“Patience, baby girl, wake up!” Ki yells, pulling the blankets from my trapped body.

Opening my eyes, I whimper. “My dreams are so fucked, Ki.”

“I’m sorry, you were screaming. I couldn’t… You sounded as if you were possessed,” he sighs, laying next to me. “Bad dream?”

“Unfinished business,” I sigh. “One is dead, and the other is taunting me in my dreams. Isabella really needs to fucking die.”

Ki gives me a sad smile as he brushes hair out of my eyes. “Your grandfather made me go on a date with her,” he tells me. As my eyes widen, Ki shakes his head. “It was what he made me do so that I could get the intel he had on your whereabouts. It was convoluted bullshit, but it did eventually help. Richard enjoys playing games.”

Blowing out a sigh, I nod. “The number of people I can trust are the same people who don’t want to sell me into the sex trade. My life is definitely never dull,” I mutter. Sitting up, I feel this intense need to see Rooke. “Where is Rooke sleeping?”

“Cal’s room. The one that has gray walls,” he reminds me. Ki really went all in on decorating his place and I love it. “Need to go see him?”

“Yeah,” I breathe. Should I feel bad? It’s so weird having them all be semi okay about each other. I’m not sure if Cal will kick me out of bed, though. He’s always been very possessive of Rooke.

“Go then,” he says reassuringly. “Rooke came in to see you before he went to bed. He was worried about you.”

“Yeah?”

“You have so many people who love you,” Ki reminds me with a smile while sitting up. “Let them. Go see if sleeping in there settles the demons.”

“Thank you,” I breathe out as he leans in and kisses the corner of my mouth.

“Nothing to thank me for,” he insists. “Scoot and get some sleep.”

“Night,” I murmur, slipping out of bed. Making a beeline for Cal’s room, I hesitate at the door. Do I knock? Just go in?

The door opens before I can decide.

“You think very loudly,” Cal sighs, his hazel eyes looking down at me. “Are you okay?”

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