Page 98 of Deliverance
"Yeah, we're going to be staying in hotels along the way," I informed her.
"One room or two?"
I hadn't thought about that yet. "Do you mind sharing a room with Momma?"
Erin rose and straddled my hips, the streetlight glow through the cracks in the blinds lighting her face. "If we do, we'll need to figure out how to be alone for an hour or so."
My dick started to get hard as her pussy sat right above it. "You can't wait five days?" I teased.
"Not when I've waited ten years."
"Ten years?" I questioned.
"Well"—she bit her lip—"I wanted you that night at Lock if I'm being honest."
"I wanted you too," I admitted.
"What do you think would have happened if I had waited until Lock closed and gone home with you?"
I cupped her cheek. "I wouldn't have brought you here because of Momma."
"Then maybe I would have gotten into a taxi that actually took me home."
Everything would have probably turned out differently if she had. She would have never been kidnapped—at least not that night—and I might have killed Frank to get out only a few months in. I wouldn't have had a reason to stay.
I rose, keeping her in my lap, and wrapped my arms around her back. "Maybe, or maybe you would have taken a taxi another time and got sent to the warehouse. You might have been sold, and you wouldn't be in my arms right now."
"I know. I waslucky."
Lucky wasn't the word I would use, but I didn't tell her that. Instead, I said, "No, baby. I'm lucky you agreed to move with me to the West Coast—to start a new life together."
She smiled. "I would move anywhere to be with you."
There were no more words spoken as I captured her mouth with mine. We rolled off of the noisy mattress and onto the floor, taking the blanket with us. Just like the night in the hotel, I made sure to pleasure Erin. I, of course, got pleasure too, but it wasn't somethingshesolely did. I wanted her to feel what it was like to be taken care of because I was going to do it for the rest of our lives.
* * *
After I knew for sure that Erin was asleep, I slowly got up off the makeshift bed on the floor and went to the bathroom to put my clothes on. There was one more thing I needed to do before we could leave for California.
I dressed in black slacks, a long-sleeved black T-shirt, and black boots. It had been almost twelve years since I’d needed to make my way through the dark of night undetected. This time, I would have no platoon with me. It would only be me.
After parking down the block, I put my gun in the waistband of my pants and crept toward the house. Snow was coming down, but I couldn't feel the cold weather. My blood was racing with fire, the adrenaline coursing through my veins, and I was excited for what I was about to do.
When I got to the house, I went to the back and let myself in with Momma's key. Fucker hadn't changed his locks. We hadn't either, but he didn't know we were moving.
The house was the same as it had been since I was a kid, and I knew exactly where his bedroom was. The door was open, the glow of the streetlight casting an orange hue through the blinds into the room, and I slowly moved to where he was sleeping in the queen-sized bed.
Taking the gun from my waist, I pressed it against his temple. He startled. "You think you can come into my house, destroy my momma's property and not suffer the consequences? You think that you can kill my momma's husband—my father—and get away with it?"
"Fuck yous," Uncle Marco hissed.
With my free hand, I pulled him up by his white tank top and slammed him against the wall, pressing my forearm against his throat, the gun still on his head. "I've killed a lot of men. Why do you think you'd be any different?"
He didn't respond.
"The first night I found out what went on at the docks, I wanted to kill you for getting me involved. You knew that life wasn't what I wanted, and you still interfered."
"I told yous, yous were only supposed to work at the club."
