Page 60 of Taeja

Taeja’s brows furrowed. “What?”

“I’m bleeding.”

“I just swallowed your kids. Do you think I care about a little blood?”

Damon smirked before leaning in, and she happily met him halfway. The kiss tasted metallic, but Taeja still loved it. Damon’s kisses were always so gentle.

Those sweet seconds were cut short when she sensed someone at the door. She looked over at Zain.

Zain’s brow raised. “Why’d you stop?”

Taeja chuckled. “I need to fix him. Not get him horny.” She walked toward her bathroom while saying over her shoulder, “Did my dad wake up?”

“No.”

She sighed as she grabbed the first aid kit from below the counter, then returned to the room. Zain was lying on her bed, throwing a stress ball at the ceiling, then catching it. Damon had wiped away most of the dried blood. She rested the kit atop the desk, then grabbed the necessary supplies before tending to his minor wounds.

“You didn’t need to do this,” she said to him.

“I did,” Damon hissed. “You’re our girl. No one’s going to call you a whore and get away with it.”

Hearing Zain’s hum, Taeja glanced at him. “I’m surprised you haven’t said anything about my posters.”

Zain scoffed, not breaking his focus on the ball. “This man doesn’t come close to us, Taeja. I don’t care.”

Smiling, Taeja looked back at Damon. “All done.”

“Thank you,” Damon said, and she grinned.

“No more fights.”

“I will always fight for you, Taeja.”

She frowned. “Yu know mi nuh like when yu call me Taeja.” Hearing Zain’s snicker, she rolled her eyes. “Mi nuh know how me gon manage the two a unu.”

They glanced at each other before looking at her.

Marking their behavior as odd, Taeja crossed her arms. “What was that about?”

“You don’t need to worry about that yet.” Damon leaned forward, kissing her nose before standing. “Let’s get you home.”

“But my dad—”

“Fuck him,” Zain said as he got out of the bed.

Her heart sank, and she looked away from them.

Damon laced a finger beneath her chin, making her look up at him. “I know you don’t want to hear that, but it’s true. A good parent doesn’t mistreat their kid.”

Sighing, she wrapped her arms around him and laid her head on his chest.Damon rested his chin on her head as he held her closely, making her feel safe.

“I know, but he’s still my dad,” she said, looking at Zain, who was watching them. Taeja’s heart ached for him, too.

“I’ll be outside,” Zain said before leaving the room.

Taeja sighed and looked at Damon, who still looked handsome with a busted lip. “Did I trigger him?”

Damon shook his head. “If anything, Zain’s angry that he wasn’t the one that got to fight Jerry.”

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