Page 78 of Repossess My Heart

“Yes.”

“How about the night his mother was killed?”

“It was a favorite of Master Ten’s.”

I swallow past the disgust I feel at that statement, “Show him what he did.”

My father’s eyes widen comically, “It wasn’t me! You know I never called in that hit! I took care of you three, even after you went down, I sent money! I made sure-“

His voice cuts out as the drone connects to his temple and soon that empty expression of his turns to disgust… horror even, and when the sobs start I pick up my girl, holding her tightly in my arms as we leave him, “Play it until I come back.” I order before slamming the door shut, making a note to get a new one.

I brush the sand off her cheek. “Let’s get you cleaned up, baby.”

She just nods, before one of his sobs makes her flinch. Something to punish him for later. When we pass Six in the hall, my hands tighten on her painfully as she reaches out, grabbing his arm. My blood kicks back up to a boil. She winces before I take a deep breath, making an effort to loosen them.

“Thank you.” She breathes out, her whole body trembling from the adrenaline.

When he bends, leveling his lanky height to hers, a growl slips from my throat. “I can see why you grew on him. Thank you for setting us all free.”

“That’s not what I-“

“It’s exactly what you did. Don’t discredit yourself. Pussy can change the world.” With that, he leans up, leveling me. Our eyes meet and we share something between us, some kind ofbromoment that makes me want to vomit.

“Thank you.” I grit out, “Get that close to her again and I’ll make you a third fuck hole.”

“Nathan.” She scolds me. I do my best to ignore her even though she’s somehow managing to look unbearably adorable at a time like this. Like a drowned rat, but a very pretty one. Before I open my mouth to share the compliment, I think better of it.

“As long as you're the one fucking it, big boy.” Six shoots back before he slips away from the stairwell, heading towards the guest room again.

I roll my eyes before focusing them again on the woman in my arms and for a second… I let myself feel grateful for him. The loss of her hasn’t quite faded, so I hold her closer, reminding myself she’s here. We’re both here… that there might be hope for the life we talked about. Always as a what if and passing joke to cover the hurt.

When her eyes fill with tears, her hands clutching me like she’s scared I’ll float away, I know she’s feeling the same.

And I wouldn’t dream of going anywhere.

Reverie

The steam of the shower has long fogged up the large, mirrored wall before we decide to step in. The water scalds my skin as soon as I step under the stream. Water never got above warm below, not where I lived. I don’t know if I’ll ever remember to check it. I barely get out a flinch before he spins me, shielding me from the stream until he can adjust the temperature. No easy task considering the showerhead is nothing like the ones below. This one has settings and is bigger than my head. The opulence of this pod-house… still makes me uncomfortable at times. Apparently, it's much like the old world, just more technologically advanced. The homes look the same, more or less. It’s so… open sometimes I can’t fight the urge to tuck under the covers, making me small again. The same thing I’m doing now, only the cover is Nathan. Neither of us speaks, my mind is groggy, and my body is spent despite whatever Six did to me to bring me back. Judging by the odd tingling spread about my skin, nanobots were at least partially to thank. I watch from the corner of my eyes as he fiddles with the shower’s control panel, selecting manual cleaning. When the wall opens, allowing a dispenser to appear, he wastes no time slipping his hand under. Holding it there until it fills his palm with soap.

I don’t look at him as he peels me away from him. Using his hands he starts at mine, lathering them up in his much larger ones. By the time he’s worked his way up to my neck, I let my head fall back, closing my eyes.

“Please don’t close them.” His voice is thick, “When I woke up and thought you were gone, Reverie… I-“

“I’m here.” His cheeks are lined with short prickly hair that tickles my palm while I cup his handsome face.

“I don’t think I can do it again.” He admits and I know it cost him to do so. I don’t tell him the panic… the regret I felt in those last few moments before the drugs made me fall asleep. How I’d cried out, begging the world to let me take it back. Take him back. A million years of suffering is worth it to be at his side. To see his face and shake my head at his foul mouth and gross threats. The thought of him dead, even with me… his body being pulled out to sea makes tears spill from my eyes.

When the sobs start, I can’t seem to stop them. I never can, but I’m grateful for them either way. He never hushes me, never urges me to stop. Nathan lets me cry, lets me feel and Above I love him for it. My sobs wrack my chest as he brings the soap up into my hair, scrubbing it into my scalp with the only hand that can effectively. It would feel heavenly, but my heart is breaking and healing all at once. So many conflicting emotions, all I can do is cry through each one. When the warmth of his tongue smooths along my face, I wrinkle my nose. Then he does it again, literally licking my tears away.

After the sixth time Nathan licks me my sobs lessen, shuddering breath melts into laughter and when his joins mine I open my eyes to the most beautiful smile.

He removes the attachment from the wall, tipping my head back to rise my hair, “I love that sound.”

“Even more than my screams?” I ask, my hands caressing his chest and eliciting a groan from him. As heat pools in my stomach, I wonder how even in the worst of circumstances he manages to make me want him so badly. When those glacier blue eyes turn on me, swimming with heat, I know. He’s…him. As ineloquent as that is, it’s the truth. He’s Nathan and he’s mine.

It takes too long for him to be satisfied that the soap is gone from my hair. I groan in annoyance as he lathers his hands in soap again. It earns me another chuckle before I’m walked back until my spine is pressed against the cool silvery shower wall. “My sweetling was just brought back from the dead and her pretty little cunt is already weeping for me.”

His hands drift down the valley of my breasts, over the scar before he grips them in his hands, massaging the soap into each mound. My body is on a hairpin trigger, my hips arch forward until I’m pressed back into the wall. His cock shoved against my stomach where his number still rests in my skin. They had technology even down Below to remove such things, but it would’ve been expensive. Up here after the fall it’s free, but I wouldn’t dare.

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