Page 81 of Into the Blue
In the mornings, he’d be softer with me. Forgetting about the previous day’s perils. Clearly at war with what it should be and shouldn’t be between us.
In some ways, I felt like I was comforting him after I was the one to hurt him. It was so fucked up. Any semblance of connection I was facilitating between us, I was also destroying with the truth I was keeping from him.
This man was a boat on the treacherous tide as he tried not to take the downfall of his business out on me, not knowing that I was directly responsible.
What could I do?
If this was my penance, I couldn’t say that it was the worst he could do.
Chapter 24
“Good. You’re up,” I say, leaning in the doorway of a hospital room in Harmony Hill, Colorado. Unfortunately, I’m still chasing loose ends. With one gone, there’s one I have left to check before I can finally get back to Louisiana.
Back to Racquelle.
I’ll be the first to admit that I was selfishly keeping her in my home under my guard for my benefit alone. All I wanted was to keep her safe even though I knew all she wanted was to keep her secrets safe. Everyone had secrets and I couldn’t fault her for it. But whoever her Pa was held some sort of sacred weight that she was unwilling to relinquish.
Depriving her of the orgasm she knew I could give her was something I enjoyed. I’m a sick fuck, what can I say?
It wasn’t always that way though.
In the mornings, I’d let her come on my dick when she was half dead and exhausted from the night before of teasing her. Taking every bit of information she would give me. Finally giving her the relief she craved was the best way to start what would be another hard day.
Never said I was completely cruel. I wanted to keep her and remind her what she could have if she gave me the truth I was seeking. Show her that there were benefits to a life with me if she would allow herself to receive them.
It could be rosy and niceall the time with me.
All I needed was one thing and I was like a dog with a bone. I couldn’t let her think I forgot about that elephant in the room.
Just like she’ll never forget me.
My name on her hand was sealed with venom. Something extremely mild but highly effective at its job. The tissues are immediately affected if the skin is broken, but not if it is ingested. After making each cut I was quick to remove any of the residue with my mouth, so that it wouldn’t do more damage than I intended.
I’ll be with her always, from now on.
Back to the woman I’m studying in this hospital bed. She has a bandage around her head. Years ago, she came to me looking for revenge, just like Redd. Kitty, too, had lost someone the same night that he lost his brother.
Under my command, she trained with Redd to become a weapon for me to use against any opp when the time came.
Now she sits in a hospital bed and, apparently, all that she has learned under me is gone. She doesn’t remember shooting Colton or why.
Military wannabe, Colton Flagg, was out of his mind on painkillers when I went to see him earlier. The delivery that was under his care to get to Kitty and Thane is missing and no one in this hospital will be able to tell me where it went. For all his months of preparing, there is still nothing to show for it. I'll have to wait until he's coherent to find out what exactly happened.
This car accident that landed Kitty here was all due to the fucking snow,supposedly. Thane, my other guard who was driving the car Kitty was in, died in the accident because he wasn’t wearing a seatbelt.
Fucking loose ends—uncertainty—I fucking hate it.
I’m starting to truly hate that I ever came to Colorado all those years ago.
“Kathryn, do you know him?” I noticed the White man in a chair at the foot of her bed, but paid him no attention. I mean, the dude has a cast on one leg. Definitely not worth remembering though flickers of a name itches just out of reach.
Kathryn, Kitty, doesn’t seem to recognize me at all though the way she grips the sheets tells me that she can feel my energy in the room and for that I’m grateful. It can do the heavy lifting, so I don’t have to deal with her otherwise smart ass mouth.
I already have a woman besting me in verbal sparring at home.
The man (Michael?) holds her hand until she releases the sheet and patiently waits for him to answer her question, but she shakes her head.
“Oh… Well, that hurts, darlin’,” I say slowly, straightening from where I lean on the door. I walk into the room, but the man is surprisingly quick on crutches, challenging me in the middle of the room before I can reach her.
