Page 105 of Darkness

“Autumn, are you sure it’s safe for you to be here?” I’ve been in England for three weeks now, and every day at least four times my mom asks me if it’s safe.

“Mom, they said he was dead. I can’t get safer than him being dead.” Rowan's body was sent back to his family, and a whole fake autopsy was made up for him, saying he got into a fight, and to be honest I didn’t ask Lincoln anymore than that. The less I know the better. As far as I care, I didn’t want to know anything about him. I’m just happy to be back home.

“Are you staying?” Dad asks, as we watch the football game.

“No, I have the shop, I have a life there. But I can come back home whenever I want.” I reach for the popcorn, leaning in closer to my mum. The thing I’ve missed most about England is the weather. Today is a nice autumn day, the fireplace is on, a good football game is on the TV and I have a nice cup of tea. Prefect.

“Well, you have a private jet now.” My mom jokes, which I can’t help but smile because I do have a private jet.

“I do, which means you can come visit me.”

Since I came home, they haven’t let me do anything, mainly because they were so happy I was back home, and then I told them about Cain. I cried the whole time. I couldn’t tell them about The Pit, so I made up a story that he got into a nasty car accident.

They agreed with Lincoln about having a break. Being home is going to be good for me, and I will never admit it to Lincoln, but it has been. Three weeks and Lincoln has been fulfilling his promise and has called me every day. Today he told me he might not be able to call as much. He has a busy day in the club, but if there is any change with Cain, he will call no matter what.

I look over at the door when the doorbell goes off, placing my tea on the coffee table, I make my way to the door. I ordered an Indian takeaway, which is another thing I’ve missed from here.

“Do you need money?” My dad yells, which makes me smile.

“No, I paid when I ordered.” I open the door and freeze.

“Hello my beautiful English Rose.” Cain takes a step into the house, and wraps his arms around me and I cry into his chest and wrap my arms around him, wanting to make sure it’s really him. “Miss me?”

“So Goddamn much. Why did Lincoln not…I’m going to kill him…Are you okay? You shouldn’t be flying-”

“One question at a time, but first do I not get to meet your family?” Cain pulls away from me, but I don’t want him to leave me. “I’m not leaving, I’m here.”

“Sweetpea, who is it?” I turn around to face my parents and wipe the tears away.

“Hello, Mr. and Mrs. White, so nice to finally meet you.” Cain puts his hand out for them to shake, but my dad pulls him for a hug, which makes Cain tense up.

“I’m sorry, are you still in pain?” My dad quickly pulls away from him.

“Nothing I can’t handle.” Cain wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him. “I woke up a few days ago,I told Lincoln not to tell you so hate me not him, my body is still hurting. Doc has come with me. I don’t care about my pain, nothing was going to stop me seeing you.” He leans down and kisses me.

“Come in, food will be here soon. So you have time to tell us everything, and finally we get to meet the man who gave our daughter back to us.” My dad walks back into the living room, which gives me and Cain a moment.

“I’m so happy you didn’t die on me.”

“Not getting rid of me that easily.” Cain kisses me.

This is the happiest day of my whole life. The man I love more than life itself is back with me, alive, and I have no words.

I have everything I could ever ask for.

A life with the man known to the world as the ghost, but to me he’s Mr. Cain Crawford.

Cain

It took me almost three months to fully recover. It was a fight Iknew was going to take everything from me, but I won. The Pit is mine and no one will take it. Ever.

“Can I ask you a question?” I ask my uncle. Once I woke up, I went to England as I could as I wanted to be with Autumn. That meant I didn't get to talk to the family.

“Ask away.”

“In The Pit, you shouted something, Fight my warrior. Why?” The words he shouted were everything I needed that day, and he has no idea how much.

“The boys think I’m crazy, but there was a voice there, shouting the words to me.” He stops talking when I laugh. “What?”

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