Page 79 of Blood & Lace
My chest ached with the amount of love I had for him. It was scary, some days, how much I continued to fall in love with him.
Tingles and numbness crept up the back of my thighs and over my ass as I stayed still. My muscles cramped, begging for me to move and stretch. There was no way in hell I was going to ruin the opportunity I’d been awarded. I never got to admire him for so long.
Onyx's pouty lips dipped further into a frown as he grabbed his empty cup. His gaze was glued to his tablet. His perfectly arched brows creased together as his hand began to shake.
Something was wrong. My stomach dropped as unease threatened to swallow me up. Before I could think about getting up and getting him some more water, he slammed it down. The sound of glass shattering reverberated around the room. Little shiny pieces went flying everywhere, coating his desk and turning it into a hazard.
"Fuck!" Onyx swiped everything off his desk, his head was tilted down, his platinum hair obscuring my view of his face. Even so, my chest ached at the anguish in his voice. "Je suis un putain d'idiot. Une pathétique ordure sans valeur. Qui est-ce que j'aide ? Personne."
French poured out of his mouth at a rapid-fire pace. Even if I was studying the language, there was no way in hell I’d be able to understand him. However, I knew there was something wrong. I was up and across the room in seconds. I snatched Onyx up, pulling him close to my body. Pain laced up my arm. A quick glance showed that Onyx hadn’t let go of all the glass. A piecestuck out of my forearm. The pain I felt paled in comparison when I could clearly see the distraught look on my husband’s face.
His gaze was locked onto me but it was like he wasn’t seeing me. My heart throbbed as I hugged him tighter. Words caught in the back of my throat as I found myself lacking in what to say. How did I go about fixing this?
I peeked over his shoulder, looking for the tablet. It had to tell me something, but that, too, was broken. The paperwork was no help.
He began to flail in my arms, his fists crashed down wherever he could land a punch. If it helped him, I'd take it all.
“Bella.” My voice was nothing more than a whisper. It felt like one wrong move, one wrong word, and everything would shatter.
I tightened my hold on Onyx even more and dragged him to the ground with me. Broken glass crunched under my weight. Physical pain was nothing more than a spit on the anguish I was battling on the inside. I was at a loss. There was nothing in my life that had prepared me for this. More pain rained down on my wherever Onyx’s fists connected with my body and his nails sank into my flesh. I could feel the hot drips of blood sliding down my skin. There was no way to know if it was all my blood or Onyx’s.
“Laissez-moi partir. Éloigne-toi de moi, putain.” His nails clawed into my flesh and pressed into bruises that were still forming. “He’s back,” Onyx said.
Who?I couldn’t hold the question back any longer. “Who? Are you in trouble, Onyx?” Worry burned inside of my stomach as I thought about someone after my husband.
I’d kill ’em.
He shook his head, pushing my hands away. “Why?” The question wasn’t aimed at me, but I still wanted to give him theanswer. Anything to stop the pain that was clearly written all over his face.
“Bella, talk to me. Please.” I hugged him tighter. “Whatever it is, you can trust me. I’ll do anything for you.”
Onyx’s mumbling stopped, and for a short second, I thought I’d broken through to him. He pushed at my shoulders, and I loosened my hold just slightly. Our eyes locked and it was as if he was noticing me for the first time since the whole ordeal started.
“Trust you?”
I nodded slowly. Hadn’t I proven time and time again that I’d do anything for him?
Onyx’s glassy gaze flickered between mine briefly. It looked as if he was going to take me up on my offer. To put trust in me. Sparks littered up my back at the thought before they were brushed away by his rejection.
“This has nothing to do with you.” He cleared his throat, moving to push his bloody fingers through his hair. I stopped him just short of accidentally hurting himself more.
“You mean everything to me, Onyx. Anything that is a problem for you is a problem for me.”
He stared at me for a few breaths, and I mentally willed him to see I was being honest.
“Pretty words.” Onyx turned away from me, and it was as if he was slipping a mask on. Placing that uncomfortable distance back between us. “When did you get home?”
No, don't do this to me, bella.
I didn’t want any distance between us. It felt like I’d been closing the small gap day by day, and now, we were heading backwards.
“They aren’t pretty words, it's the truth.” I pleaded for him to believe me. How else could I prove it to him?
“Would you kill your entire family for me?” Onyx asked.
All the air around me went still as my blood became sluggish.What?
“Didn’t think so.” Onyx slipped free of my hold. “Les jolis mots sont des mensonges qui rendent le monde doux.”
