Page 35 of Bitter Desire
The door opened and Law walked in. Our eyes met and I froze, the icy blue stare in them cutting right through me. I was safe, but... was I really safe if I was with him?
“I’ll be a minute,” he said. I nodded at him and sank down on the couch while he went up the stairs to get his own things together. I swallowed hard and stared out the window while I waited. I heard Law moving around upstairs and then it was only a few minutes later before I heard him coming back down the stairs, a bag in a hand. He paused at the door and looked at me.
“Let’s get out of here and go home.” His eyes were different now. They weren’t icy anymore, but warm, or...warmer? I didn’t know anymore. Fuck, why was I reading so much into this? I was safe with Law. He was my man. I was his. He was my Daddy.
Of course I was safe with him.
I stood from the couch and went to him. When I was close enough to touch he came toward me, the movement stopping me in my tracks, and he winced.
“Princess, I had to do it,” he said softly. “I had to.”
“I know.”
He reached out slowly, his hand hovering an inch above my skin, not touching me but close enough for me to feel the warmth. He looked at me and I knew he was waiting for me to tell him it was okay to touch me. But for some reason the words were stuck in my throat, so I did the next best thing and reached out touching him instead. I put my hand on his and guided it to my cheek.
“I know you had to do it.”
“You’re scared of me now,” he said.
“I’m not scared of you, I’m just-I just-” I closed my eyes and sucked in a deep breath. “Law, who were you before me?”
“Honey, I don’t want to-” he began, and I went right on talking, cutting him off.
“I know you don’t want to talk about that, but I think after what happened tonight that ship has sailed, don’t you? What the fuck is going on? I thought you were going to kill that man. I thought,” my voice cracked, and I sucked in a deep breath, “I thought you were just being paranoid out here in the middle of nowhere, but you weren't. You had a reason, butwhydo you have a reason? Why, Law?” I opened my eyes and stared at him. “Why Law? I need answers if we are going to keep-”
“What? Dating?”
“Yes, if we are going to keep doing this I need to know what I’m dealing with. Why the fuck some man tried to kidnap me. I know there’s something you aren’t telling me.”
Law blew out a sigh and then nodded at the door. “Fine, we’ll talk. But we need to move. I don’t want to stay here any longer than we need to. Taylor’s twitchy and so am I. We need to get back to the city where I control shit.”
I hitched my bag higher. “Fine, let’s move then because I want my answers, and I want them now.”
Law opened the door and looked back at me with a smirk on his face. “Fucking bratty as ever, even with this shit.”
I rolled my eyes at him. “Look, it’s all the trauma, because this shit isn’t normal.”
He huffed out a laugh, holding open the door for me and I followed him out into the night. “Don’t I know it, princess.” We left the cabin and got back into the car, and I saw that he was right. Taylor was twitchy. That was...interesting. Taylor wasn’t twitchy.
Not ever.
Calm? Yes. Collected? Always.
But nervous or twitchy? Wired? No, no, andhell no.
But here he was being all three of them. The second we were buckled in, the man hit the gas and sped down the driveway so fast I slid across my seat. The pace at which Taylor was taking the curves of the winding mountain road was concerning, but I decided to keep my mouth shut and focused on the seat in front of me. I was not going to get car sick. I could keep it together until we hit the highway. I could do this, I could. I knew it.
Half an hour later I was nauseated and gripping onto the leather seat in front of me with all I was worth. It was then that we hit our exit and the car leveled out.
“Thank fuck,” I gasped, lifting my head to look out the window. I couldn’t see anything, of course, not with the time of night it was, but I was willing to look anywhere right now other than between my legs. I sucked in another breath and then another when Law handed me a bottle of water Taylor had tossed to him from the front.
“Drink this,” he said.
I took the bottle gratefully and uncapped it. Lawson watched me drink down half of it before he nodded in satisfaction and leaned back against the leather of the seat. “We can talk now, or we can wait. Up to you with how you’re feeling,” he said.”
“I’m just a little carsick. We can talk now. I want to know as much as I can before we hit the city.”
He nodded. “Fair enough. What do you want to know?”
