Page 89 of His Cursed Heart

My phone vibrates and with my eyes still on Vincent, I answer the call.

"Althea Moretti." It's still weird that I have his last name.

"Hello, little fox." I hear my husband greet me but something about his voice is different.

"What happened? Did you find him?" I ask quickly. Everette has been busy these days, trying to find Ivan and locate Keres's body.

"No," Even his sigh is tired. "We found his house but it's empty. He left, Althea." My heart stings at that. I

want him dead. I want Ivan to suffer for what he did to my sister.

I look at Vincent and his smile when he found Thor's hammer. Can I keep him this happy? Can I keep him safe?

"I should've done something when he was in the garage." I say and the anger is coming.

"Don't do that." Everette snaps and that makes me shut up. "Don't blame yourself for that. Thank God he didn't hurt you." I raise my eyebrows at his words.

When did we become like this?

Probably after he went down on you.

I shake my head and I try to clear my mind and voice.

"Venus is already at Chicago's borders to look him up. We'll find him." Is he trying to convince himself or me?

"Okay. I'll see you at dinner." Before to hang up I hear him say quickly and almost in a whisper.

"We need to talk tonight." His serious tone makes me nervous.

"About what?" I ask with a gulp in my throat.

"We'll talk tonight, okay?" I nod even though he doesn't see me. The line is dead soon after. A thousand of question are in my head right now.

Does he know?

Is he angry?

Will he understand?

My heart beats fast and my lungs are screaming for a cigar. I tried so hard to keep everything in a shadow and now that it might be out, I'm scared. So damn scared to face the nightmares that are reality.

I try to hide my nerves as Vincent comes next to me with a cart full of toys and a smile that melts my heart.

He's so spoiled.

I'm not sorry though.

I pay for his toys and I'm pretty sure I spent more money today than the ones for the charity dress.

I drag Vincent into the car before he sees something else and he starts to explain his obsession with the latest Marvel movie.

Knowingly, I'm not listening to anything he says because I think about the sketch that stays shamelessly in my art room. Now that Vincent is with me, I don't have time to paint that much, but I managed to sketch the only thing that is stuck in my brain.

Everette between my legs with the cigar ash on my pubic zone. His hungry eyes that look exactly into yours and his mouth that is wide open on my pussy. Because in my imagination I don't wear panties.

I crave his tongue on me, his hands, his everything. He's the first man who ever touched me there and the fear that took ahold of my body is cursed.

The car stops and my mind is back in present time. I realize that Vincent fell asleep on my arm and carefully I take his limp body in my arms. I go in his room and find Scarface on the end of the bed. I put Vincent down and take his shoes off and his clothes while his panther smells him, making sure he's okay.

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