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Bending over I kissed him softly on his lips, careful not to press too hard because of his stitches, then sat back down.

He mumbled something again and I could swear it was something like ‘bloody asshole’ but I wasn’t sure.

I don’t know if the bloody asshole was me or the piece of dead meat who had tried to mutilate him.

The minute Kell was out of ICU and in high care I would be taking care of the bastard.

Slowly, painfully and it was going to take him a long time to die.

But I didn’t want to think about it, not while holding the hand of the man I loved.

I stroked my fingers over the tattoo of a daisy he had on the back of his hand.

His fingers twitched and I clasped my hand around them.

“I’m here, Kell.” I whispered.

His head slowly turned towards me and there was a glimmer of blue out of his swollen eyes to let me know he was looking at me.

“Love…you.” He whispered trying to open his eyes wider.

“I love you too, sweetheart, so very much.” I whispered as I leant closer.

He tried to smile but flinched because of his split lips.

Leaning over him I pressed a soft kiss to the side of his mouth where it wouldn’t hurt him.

“Sleep, baby, I’ll be here when you wake up.” I whispered softly.

He closed his eyes and a soft sigh gusted from his open lips.

His breathing evened out and he slept. I sat next to his bed, holding his tattooed hand.

I knew he was it for me.

He came into my life unexpectedly and changed everything. I was a lot older than him but it didn’t matter.

Between us it didn’t matter.

He was mine and I was his.

Our life was going to be good.

And the river of blood I was going to spill would make sure of it.

CHAPTER NINE

Kellen

I surfaced through a fuzzy cloud of pain killers to consciousness. I knew Gideon had been with me in the room but wasn’t at the moment.

Don’t know how I knew, I just did.

Forcing my eyes to open I peered around the room. Blinking to be sure I saw what I did.

My parents and my brother were sitting next to my bed. My sister Bronwen, or Bronnie as we called her, was standing at the bottom of it. Dressed to the nines as usual, not a hair out of place. She was a totalPoppie(doll, a high maintenance girl or woman). And by the look on her face she was worried and angry.

I was stunned to see my father sitting next to my bed after kicking me out of the house for my sexual preferences. At the time my mum (silently) and sister (not so silently) were the only ones to take my side. My brother hadn’t been home when it happened and only found out afterwards. He contacted me once to find out if I was safe and then not again. I took it as a sign he wouldn’t be rocking the boat with our father.

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