Page 32 of Shadow's Heart
“I hate you because you came back; you took his time from me, and there’s no way I was going to sit back and let that happen. Shadow is mine, and I refuse to share him with you. So I did what I had to, and it would have fucking worked if Jake hadn’t found you that day. Rex should have fucking killed you, not left you to be found by his nosy fucking brother.”
From the corner of my eye, I see Wreck’s face light up, and I know what he’s about to reveal, and I’m fucking here for it. I’m not hers, and truthfully, I never fucking was. I have and always will be Wreck’s.
“Oh, you poor fucking delusional little girl. Shadow isn’t yours; he made that clear to you in my hospital room. He’s not here to come and get you. He’s here for me. Like he always has been and always will be.”
“That’s what he wants you to think. There’s no way he’ll leave me here; he loves me.” She says sprouting off her delusions. I never told her I loved her because I didn’t love her. I couldn’t; my heart was already taken by the man next to me. Even if I didn’t realize it at the time.
“Is that what you really think? Shall we ask him? See what he has to say?”
Turning to look at me, Wreck just raises his eyebrow at me, and I can’t help myself. Grabbing the sides of his kutte, I pull him towards me and kiss him like it’s the only thing that I needto survive. Wreck doesn’t need any encouragement; he kisses me back with the same enthusiasm. Even though I’m lost in kissing Wreck, I can hear a commotion in the background, and I know I need to release Wreck and see what’s going on. This isn’t the time or place for me to totally lose myself in him.
Pulling back, I’m a little shocked that we’re no longer alone in the room with Megan. Seth and Austin are now in here too, restraining Megan, who is screaming some of the most vile things I’ve ever heard at Wreck, as well as threatening his life. Again. I’ve got a feeling Seth and Austin entered the room because, while I was lost in Wreck, Megan decided to try something. More than likely, she tried to attack Wreck while we were kissing.
Turning to the red-faced crazy woman. Wreck says, “I think that answers who he’s really here for and who he belongs to, but if that kiss didn’t make it clear, let me tell you. He’s fucking mine, and if when you finally get out of here you come anywhere near us, I’ll make what you had me put through look like child’s fucking play.”
I should not be hot and bothered by listening to him threaten my ex, but fuck if I don’t want to take him somewhere private and rock his fucking world. It’s hot listening to him threaten someone, especially when it’s someone who’s caused us so much trouble.
Without looking back, we turn and leave a screaming Megan. Wreck’s done what he wanted; we don’t need to stay in her presence any longer. Neither of us want to. We head back through the corridors towards the main area, where Jake is standing waiting for us.
“How’d it go?” He asks as soon as we’re close to him.
“She’s fucking crazy.” I reply.
“She always has been. She’s just very good at hiding it.” Jake says as he unlocks the door with his palm print so we can headoutside. “Oh, by the way, Mom spoke to Rex; he wants to try to find Dre. It’s the most like Rex we’ve seen him since everything went down, so thank you. He also said he doesn’t accept you just saying you forgive him; he wants to earn it, so he’s happy you gave him a way of doing just that.”
“No thanks needed, Jake; give us tomorrow for just us, and then we’ll meet with Rex at The Compound if that’s okay?” Wreck says as we walk back towards where we parked.
“That’ll be fine. Enjoy the rest of your day; I’m going to stick around here for a while. It’s not very often that my Mom is in town anymore.”
“Have fun.” We both say at the same time, before getting into the SUV to head home.
I’m happy Wreck got his moment with Megan. That he got to say his piece, but I’m glad it’s over and we never have to see her again. How did I miss how fucking crazy she really is? Jake is so right when he says she’s a master at hiding it.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Wreck
So that went well. Megan is clearly fucking insane; it’s the only thing that explains anything that just happened. She hasn’t listened to anything anyone has said since her role in everything was exposed. Then there’s the fact she thought Shadow was there for her—to take her away from that place; it still makes me want to break out in hysterics. Even if me and Shadow weren’t now a couple, there’s zero chance he’d be there to take her back, release her, or any other thought that passed through her mind. He made how he felt about her pretty damn clear in my hospital room.
At least something good came out of this visit though; Rex is going to take a shot at looking for Dre, and god, I’m filled with hope that he’ll find something. He’s going to be so fucking determined because he thinks this is about my forgiveness, and there’s also the fact I know he’s damn good at what he does. Jake has told me enough about his big brother for me to know this is my best and most likely shot at Dre being found and brought home because if someone with Rex’s endless resources can’t find Dre, I don’t know where to go from there.
But before I meet with Rex in a few days, I want tonight and tomorrow just me and Shadow. Little does Shadow know thatyesterday while he was at The Clubhouse I had Doc come out to the house and check me over, and as long as we’re careful, and by careful I mean don’t go fucking crazy, I’m cleared for just about anything. Which means it’s time to get better acquainted with Shadow’s body. I have plans for my man, and there’s zero chance either of us are leaving this house anytime soon.
Stripping down to my boxers, I climb into bed and wait for Shadow to finish up in the bathroom. I know he won’t be much longer; it’s been about five minutes since I heard the shower turn off. He seriously needs to hurry up; the anticipation is killing me. I want him, and I want him now.
From my place reclining against the headboard, I watch as the bathroom door opens, and Shadow emerges wearing only a white fluffy towel wrapped around his waist. His brown hair is still damp, making it look closer to black than brown. Its dampness is also causing droplets of water to run from his hair down his chiseled tattooed chest. A chest I know very fucking well after spending so much time doing the artwork on it. It takes everything in me to stay on the bed and not pounce to follow the tracks of those droplets with my tongue. To not explore my artwork in a way I never have before. In a way I never imagined I would, but I couldn’t be more thankful that I’m about to. This is what dreams are made of. Or my dreams at least.
Shadow looks up and sees me eyeing him. The smirk that appears on his face promises things I know will turn me into putty in his hands. He has no idea that everything he’s thinking in his head is about to become a reality. I’m so fucking here for his reaction; it’s going to be nothing if not over the top. This is Shadow after all, and the man isn’t known for being tame.
“Like what you see?” He says as he walks towards the draws that hold his underwear.
“You know full well I do. I’ll like it even more if you lose that fucking towel and come here.” I say, my voice sounding growly even to my own ears.
He turns and stares at me. “If I do that, we’re both going to want things we can’t yet.”
“Who said we can’t? Didn’t I tell you? I saw Doc yesterday. I’m cleared, baby.”
His reaction is so fucking fast and so Shadow that I can’t help but laugh. He drops his towel, sprints across the room, throws himself onto the bed, and is climbing on top of me in bed before I even have a second to remove the covers from myself. I think someone is more than happy with my news.
