I should have went to Bishop or Syre or who the hell ever I needed to talk to and let them know that I was in love with her. They knew I was capable of protecting her. I knew I was more than capable of taking care of her. I should have played my cards differently.
For a minute, I thought I should have listened to my first mind and killed Zane when I had the chance to. Now that I knew what he had on me, I was glad I’d let Divine convince me to stand down.
“Liam, Liam!” Divine repeated my name as I pounded her from behind, taking all of my frustrations out on her pussy.
I fucked my baby rough and hard because she’d shown me she could take it. I was so discouraged that it made me angry. There was no reality in which we weren’t meant to be together. What the hell was really going on? I felt like I had zoned out until I heard Divine screaming my name. I slapped her on the ass again as I continued to drill into her from behind.
My mind was in two different places, and I hated that. I liked giving her my undivided attention, especially when we were having sex. I frowned, hearing a faint voice yelling my name. It seemed like they were muffled.
Then I heard, “Divine!”
My head snapped back, and I looked around the room. Hearing Divine whimper her own name again brought my movements to a halt. My hand was on the back of her head, burying her face in the arm of the couch.
“Shit!” I hissed, snatching my dick out of her and pulling her to my chest. Erratic breathing and watery eyes told me everything I needed to know.
“You said to say my own name, but you didn’t listen at first,” she mumbled.
“I’m sorry, baby. I’m so sorry,” I said, kissing her face. “I don’t know where the hell I went.”
I knew exactly where I’d gone, but I didn’t want to tell her. As much as she hated to face it, there was going to have to be bloodshed. It was my duty to make sure none of the spilled blood belonged to her. That was my only concern. I continued kissing her face and rubbing her back as I held her in my lap. Turning so that she could look at me, she placed a hand on my face.
“Are we gonna be OK, Liam?” she asked me, yet again.
“I want to promise you that we will, but I don’t want to lie to you. I don’t know, baby. I think we can only hope for so much.”
“I decided that I’m selling the house. I’ll keep playing this game because I know that it’s on us to make it right, but I’m moving. I’ve already found a buyer.”
“Have you been looking for a place?” I asked, checking her temperature.
Was Divine really planning to sell her house, or was she speaking out of anger?
“Not yet, but I’m serious. I can’t keep living like this. I want to be free. My mom told me the only way to get from under the boys’ thumb was to put my foot down. I have to stop telling them I’m an adult and start acting like it. My first step is selling the house and returning their money.”
“You can live here until you figure something out if you want to. They know where I live, though. That’s how you got here.”
“I’m going to find something and never tell them where the hell I am. I’m tired of them treating me like a little girl. I’m older than Syre!”
“Damn, I didn’t realize that.”
“Yeah, and he wants to act like he’s my dad. I love him to death, but sometimes, it’s just too much. I want to go off the grid for a while.”
“What about the store?” I asked her.
“I can leave Leslie in charge for a while.”
“You leaving me behind too?” I questioned.
I could tell that Divine was beyond tired of her family dynamic. I couldn’t blame her for wanting freedom. That didn’t mean that she wanted to be free from me. I needed to know for sure.
She sighed and laid her head on my chest. “I don’t want to be anywhere where I can’t be with you. That’s why they can have their fucking house.”
“You love your house, though, Divine. You sure you want to give it up?” I asked.
“There are other great houses, Liam, but I’m absolutely sure there’s only one you.”
Satisfied with her answer, I kissed the top of her head.
“I have to leave for a few days to check on my dad and take care of a few things,” I told her.