Page 91 of Kadra: The Unfeeling

This is where she feels safe to be herself.

The real her and not the hardened woman who had no choice but to bury her heart so no one could ever hurt her.

Just like in every room in this mansion, here in her space there are several newspapers and magazines she kept because her sister Arianna was featured in them. There are photos of both her sisters and their new families.

Everything is black except for the things that are her sisters. Fuck, baby.

My heart clenches.

Ironic how the woman brightens my fucking day with just one look. Kadra paints the world for me and she doesn’t even realize it.

Before her my world was gray. No color. No magic. Nothing.

Then I met that little girl who with her sad eyes managed to heal my broken soul so innocently. As she grew older, I knew she would be the woman to turn my world upside down. She did turn it upside down and for the better.

I snoop for a few more minutes trying to see if there’s anything that might help me make her world brighter just like she did for every single person in this mansion.

Then I see it.

The small black horse figurine that meant so much to my brother. The Trojan horse I left at the cemetery hoping she would find it. I never did find out if she did and now I know.

Will this woman ever stop surprising me?

Will this never-ending hunger for her ever be satiated?

I don’t think so. I really don’t.

Every day I crave more of her.

After the perfect night we had I’m craving more of her and that is why I’m here right now in her room looking for anything that might get me closer to the woman. I know she feels the same. I have no issues there but there’s a sinking feeling in my gut telling me that something is wrong and as much as she has opened up to me, I know the only way I’m getting anything out of her is if I find out on my own.

Her men are loyal as fuck which I appreciate but they also won’t give me anything. Not that I’m expecting them to reveal their boss’s secrets.

When I get to her vanity, I stop and look through the items she has perfectly placed. My smile widened when I realized she organized not only by size but by color. Everything is neatly placed.

Looking at every single item I notice there is nothing out of the ordinary really.

On one side there’s her makeup.

I pick up my favorite cherry red lipstick on her then I place it back down exactly where I got it.

Then I move on to the other side where she has countless bottles of perfumes and her skin care products.

When I don’t find anything, I turn to leave but stop when I see a small orange bottle with a white cap and a prescription label on it. Picking it up I bring the bottle of pills closer to my face. I read the label and frown. Never heard of the name before. I make a mental note to look up what she’s taking these for. The sinking feeling in my stomach hits me out of nowhere, shaking me to the core.

The fuck.

“What are you doing?” Someone asks from behind me in a bored tone.

Putting the bottle of pills down, I turn to find Vernon standing on the door’s threshold looking at me suspiciously.

Out of Kadra’s men, this one is the one that’s closest to her. At first, the fucker gave me the impression he felt something more than gratitude towards Kadra. The affection is there in his empty eyes whenever she’s around him. Those creepy as fuck black eyes light up but after seeing them together, I saw exactly what Kadra doesn’t. She’s oblivious to how much she means to both Crow and Vernon. They love her. Not love like I do because I wouldn’t have let them breathe for this long if they did but a sibling type of love.

And fuck if I’m not glad she has that.

If someone deserves all the love in this world, it is that woman. My woman.

Remembering that Vernon is waiting for a response, I sigh before I give it to him. “I think we both know what I’m doing.” I cross my arms over my chest, staring the man down. I don’t hide the shit I do. Never have and I won’t start now. He caught me snooping so the fuck what.

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