Page 7 of Ruthless Desires: Vol. Two
“I’d fuck the stress out of you if we had time,” he mutters. “Maybe tomorrow.”
“We’re gonna be on a plane tomorrow.”
“Only for a few hours. Not that that’s ever stopped us.”
As a smile spreads across my face, I say, “True.”
There’s silence for a few minutes. Then Rhett says, “Tell me what you’re planning.”
“For Florida?”
“No. I don’t want to think about that tonight. What are you planning to do to help Wren?”
“I don’t know,” I say defeatedly. “And I don’t want to tell her what to do, either.”
“Sometimesjust being there is enough,” Rhett says quietly. “Especially when it comes to healing. You can’t make someone do that.”
I sigh. “Yeah.”
“She needs to take things at her own pace.”
“And what if she tries to push herself too much?”
“Then we’ll step in.” He kisses the top of my head. “We aren’t going to stand by and let her hurt herself, I can tell you that much.”
For the next couple minutes, Rhett continues working through the knots in my shoulders. Then he tugs my head back so I’m looking up at the ceiling. He leans over me, gripping my chin to hold my head in place, and kisses me.
“We’ll be okay,” he says. “Just six more months.”
And then we’re free.
Guilt pangs in my chest for thinking of it that way. Sammy deserves justice, and we decided she’ll get it within the next six months. It means we have to change our current plans for Ludo, which is a pain in the ass, but it also means we can see the light at the end of the tunnel.
We’ve been working toward revenge for so long that I’ve forgotten how to exist outside of it. I’m tired—we all are. And while I can’t wait to take Ludo down, I also can’t wait for all of this to be behind us.
“I should get changed,” Rhett says, releasing my chin. “Pretty sure whatever Wren and O end up wearing will be nothing like this.” He gestures to his current outfit—sweatpants and a black T-shirt.
“Since when do you care about what you wear?”
“I don’t. But Oliver does. And I’ll always care about him.”
Well, can’t argue with him there.
“Wait, you already know what he’s planning on wearing?”
“Maybe.” With another kiss to the side of my head, Rhett carefully disentangles himself from me and stands. “You’ll see.”
I’d try to convince him to tell me, but I know better than that. When Rhett doesn’t want to admit something, there’s almost nothing that’ll get him to open up. So I watch him go, because how could I not? It doesn’t matter what Rhett is wearing—his ass always looks good.
With a sigh, I get up from the floor and head to the kitchen. I definitely haven’t had enough water today, so I pour myself a glass. Not the smartest thing to do before a long drive into the city, but I’ll survive.
It was Rhett’s idea to do something nice for Wren. She’s been through hell the past week or so, and I think we all want to give her the best distraction we can. She deserves more than the absolute terror that was in her eyes earlier.
So we planned a small date. Nothing too extravagant, especially since we leave for Florida tomorrow. But hopefully it’ll help all of us to destress.
“Ell?” Oliver calls after a couple minutes. “Where are you?”
“Kitchen,” I yell back, taking a swig of water.
