Page 65 of Unleash Hades
“You were married when I took you in my barracks and fucked you into silence in my room.”
She smiled, though she tried to frown it away.
“The shipping container you called a room,” she whispered, her hands relaxing as she played with my top fastened button.
“I remember you against the wall, beside my FAMAS.” My French Army issued rifle had been hung by a strap, dangling beside her bare shoulder.
“You had something else. Another rifle. What was it?”
“An AK-47,” I reminded her. “A bit of an… illegal war trophy.”
Another weapon I had kept neatly nailed against my wall.
“What else was on those walls?” She closed her eyes, as if trying to picture it all.
“My uniforms,” I said, remembering how the green camouflage had undulated and slammed against the wall as I pounded my cock into her.
“The wall was more comfortable than the bed,” she whispered. “I remember you said that.”
“It was true. I slept on a piece of wood, with a sleeping bag, and a rolled-up jacket for a pillow.”
“Nothing but the best for France’s Legionnaires, no?” I hated that she still spoke English.
I knew why she didn’t speak her mother tongue. It all had to do with the man who would die by my bullet or my blade. Or better yet, by the brass knuckles I kept like a good luck charm in my pocket.
“It was more luxury than I needed,” she said, her eyes moving down to my throat, then to the hair on my chest that peaked over the button-down.
“Still… we shouldn’t,” she said, rounding back on the topic we had spoken around.
“Pourquoi?”Why?
“Because I have children.”
“Who are grown now.”
“Because…” She swallowed again. “Because it will change everything.”
“Is that so bad?” My words came out harsher than I meant, but I was desperate for her to call on me. Ineededher to ask me for help. She had to tell me that she needed her life to change so that I could make it happen.
“Yes,” she said, helplessly, and my heart sank. “Also, no.” My heart lifted again, hanging on her every word. She was toying with what little emotions I had. “I’m scared it could be worse.”
“I’ve seen what he’s done to you,” I choked out, trying to get her to see reason. “I’ve seen it with my own eyes,cheri,” I whispered. “I watched it.”
She tilted her head. “You watched… what?”
“Two years ago, on April Fifth. I watched while he…”
Her mouth opened and closed, her eyes grew distant, just as I had watched them grow distant on that day as well.
Didn’t she see that there was nothing worse than that? Nothing worse than what she experienced on April Fifth, the day that made me plan for that bastard’s demise.
“Oh,” she said, her voice flat. It was more calm than it should have been, and I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know what she was thinking. There was no way that the passionate lover that I had would be so calm about… about what he did to her. “You saw that.”
She may as well have been talking about unexpected weather.
Chapter 21
Calissandra
