Page 67 of From My Past
“I can’t just force her to marry me.”
“You’ll think of something.” He said, his voice changing again from Skipper to father. “This is about her safety.”
“I understand.” I hung my head slightly. It really was the only sure way I could protect her from all angles.
“Good. Now get out of here.”
Not needing to be told twice, I turned to open the door to get back to my girl when the unmistakable sound of an explosion surrounded us. The sound and vibrations had come from underneath our feet… Right where Talia’s apartment is.
“Was that…” Kellan asked, looking up from his papers. But I didn’t answer him.
I ran.
I ran like there was a demon chasing after me. I ran like my life depended on it. I ran likeherlife depended on it.
Because it probably did.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Talia
He loves me,Was the only thought running through my head. My chest was warm, my cheeks were probably red with a blush that ran down my chest and they hurt from how hard I was smiling.
He loves me.My heart beat quicker at the knowledge that the man of my dreams, the man who I thought had gotten away…loved me.
I couldn’t say those words back, no matter how much I wanted to. The last time I’d said those words to a man, my life went to shit. I know Kieron is nothing like Luca, but I can’t help it. Something was holding my tongue as he shared his feelings.
I was too lost in thought to do anything but wait for Kieron to return, counting down the seconds in my mind until he would arrive. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that Luca had taken his threat 100% seriously, no matter the impending war between the Italians and the Irish. It didn’t matter in his mind.
All that mattered was that I broke a promise and now my actions would have to be paid for. In blood. And since I wasn’t readily available anymore… At the very least, I’m thankful he didn’t go after my sister or my parents.
That I know of.
My anxiety started to spike and I twisted a flyaway lock of dark hair around my finger. Fuck, Kieron needs to get back here now so I can make sure they’re okay.
I went to the kitchen hoping that there might be an old school landline but came up empty. I wish I had my phone, any phone. Some way of contacting them and checking in.
Pacing back and forth in front of the grey kitchen island, I run my fingers through my hair nervously.
I’m so fucking sick of being nervous, of being helpless. I used to be this motherfucking badass that didn’t give two shits about anyone’s opinion. I would be the first one to stand up for someone and for myself, by force if needed. But look at me now, cowering because of how an ex-boyfriend made me feel. It makes me sick to my stomach how much I changed for him, even when things were good.
Beep, beep, beep. Beep, beep, beep.
Where is that coming from?
Beep, beep, beep.
I walk through the living room, and pull the cushions off the couch in search for the noise. Nothing.
Going into the bedroom, the sound continued to ring out in illusive beeps.
The beeps were getting louder. I pulled the bed and sheets apart, searching for the sound and coming up empty. Getting on the floor and looking underneath the bed and through the bedframe, still coming up empty. I ran into the bathroom and the beeping got even louder.
“What is it?” I whisper, searching around but seeing nothing on the surface level. I tear through the cabinets, still coming up empty. Frustrated and now super over-stimulated with the continual beeping, I lean back roughly against the door and put my head in my hands.
The beeps echo slightly, still loud and there, I look over to where the sound must be coming from…
In the air vent I see a faint light, so faint I would’ve missed it had I not been on the floor.
