37. Sean
THIRTY-SEVEN
sean
I wrapped Blair’s necklace around my fingers—the deer pendant she’d gotten me for my eighteenth birthday hanging off the chain too, while sitting on a couch that didn’t belong to me, in the home of a man who had me fucked up from the moment Blair entered my world.
Aoife and Niamh were tossing the place on my behalf, piling anything they felt was worth looking at in front of me on the coffee table.
“Fucking sick bitch,” Aoife cussed from somewhere in the back.
She appeared moments later with an opened shoe box in hand, reaching inside and holding up a handful of Polaroids.
“You don’t want to see them,” she said, shaking her head. “They have dates written on the back. He’s definitely our guy.”
I knew it already.
Felt that shit in my spirit after talking to Ashton and cashing in on a favor from Sheldon. It was the only reason I’d made the detour, instead of meeting Blair to finish our little game.
Niamh stepped into the space, a grim expression on her face as our eyes met.
“What?”
She sighed and turned away.
“You need to see this.”
I got up and followed her into the room set up as an office; the closet was open, floor boards pulled up, and what had clearly come from inside spread across the floor.
Pictures of Blair, pictures I knew she wasn’t aware of from high school, her college graduation, us in Philly with my face crossed out.
He’d been following her all this time, watching her.
I nodded and walked away.
“Pack all this shit up and then burn this bitch to the ground. Find the little sick fuck before I set New York on fire to draw him out.”
He’d been ghost for a while, hiding out in New Rochelle while terrorizing the city at night. Losing all his keepsakes should be enough to send him our way.
“Where’s my wife, Lorcan?”
He started to follow.
“In Jersey City,” he said. “She let Liam unblock me.”
I chuckled, even though I was simmering inside, and slid into the back seat.
“Take me to her.”
Halfway there my phone vibrated with a call from my ma.
“You good, ma?”
But it wasn’t her voice on the other line.
“It’s me Brynn,” she whispered. “Mrs. Caroline said I could call you.”
Her worried voice brought a smile to my face.
“Your sister and I will be home before you wake up,” I told her, hoping it’d give her peace of mine.
She sighed.
“Promise?”
I thought about how I wanted to respond; if I promised and one of us didn’t come home, it’d make me a liar. But I didn’t want to scare her either.
“Sometimes,” I started, deciding to choose honesty. “There are promises we won’t be able to make, but what I can promise is to try my very best to do exactly what I said, does that work for you?”
She was silent for a second, but the response, when it came made me proud.
“Okay. That works for me. I believe you.”
My ma’s voice spilled through the phone next.
“You’ll make a great father someday,” she said, reminding me of the baby fever I was trying to combat until this was over. “I’m proud of you. Now do your very best.”
She hung up and I turned my phone off; if they needed me my ma knew how to securely get in touch.
Lorcan rolled to a stop outside a warehouse and Blair was standing there, waiting.
Mmm.
“Greeting me at the curb? You spoil me.”
She rolled her eyes but I saw the little twitch in her lips she tried to hide.
“Where were you?”
I smiled and stopped in front of her.
“You so fucking pretty, Amoy.”
Every time I looked at her, something else became my favorite; today it was her ears. She’d always hated them, calling them too big when they fit her perfectly. I enjoyed when she rocked her hair in a bun and showed them off.
Unimpressed, she smacked her lips.
“Answer my question.”
I reached out and tugged her right ear, tracing the outline of it until she took a soft breath and gently leaned into my touch. Satisfied that’d she’d given into me, I gave her my previous whereabouts.
“New Rochelle.”
She frowned and I pulled her forehead to my lips
“Just drawing him out, baby,” I murmured, reassuring her there were lines I would never cross. “Never would I ever take that kill away from you.”
That earned me a tight embrace and then she spun on her heels and waved for me to follow.
“Finally where you belong,” I mused, earning Nathaniel’s loopy gaze. “Heard you were looking for me. I’m here now.”
Sheldon had given me a play by play of the short exchange before Blair decided to drug and bring him here.
He was on his knees, arms, one leaking blood, suspended; I took my jacket off and got down in front of him.
“How many more kids do you think you have out there?” I asked, genuinely wanting to know for our sake.
I couldn’t have a bunch of half-siblings looking for a come-up in the future.
He shifted, grunted at the spikes in the cuffs piercing his skin.
“If you move too much, it’ll hurt worse.”
“Fu-Fuck you.”
I smiled and stood.
“Fu-Fuck you too, Nathaniel bitch ass Phillips. Let’s wake you up.”
The handle of a steel bat hit my outstretched palm and I wrapped my fingers around it, taking the swing to his body immediately after.
He grunted and my smile broadened.
“Living up to your nickname,” I mused, taking another swing. “Or is it the drugs? Hose him down until he’s lucid.”
I stepped back, gaze meeting Blair’s.
“Won’t be much longer, baby.”
By the time Liam cut the hose, Nathaniel was gasping for air with wide eyes that quickly went murderous.
“There he goes,” Blair mused, earning his glare.
I stepped in his line of sight and tipped my head.
“Don’t look at her. This is my time.”
He spit at the floor.
“Fuck you. I’m not afraid of death. Give me what you got!”
I hummed.
“Yeah? Then why you run? You ain’t scared to die but you were too pussy to face the consequences of your actions…” I shrugged. “I’ll let Blair dish out your full punishment but I do have a question for you. When did you learn Caden was sick in the head?”
His gaze shifted as Blair stepped beside me.
“Good question.”
He jerked and hissed.
“I’m not answering shit. Be lucky I fed his craving in other ways or she’d be damaged goods.”
I smashed his nose with the bottom of my sized twelve Timberland, knocking him back with the impact, the chains righting him almost immediately. Making him talk wasn’t on either of our agenda’s. He was here to die, nothing more or less.
“Baby…” I retreated, giving her the floor. “Make him feel you.”
She stretched, the long sleeved t-shirt she wore rising a little, giving me a peek at smooth dark skin. I admired the view until she straightened and hit him with a mean fucking two piece.
He’d beat her with his bare hands when she was young and into her teens, until my da threatened to pack him up if he didn’t keep his hands to himself. Our first Valentine’s day together was the last time she’d ever showed up in front of me with bruises littering her body.
I knew she’d use hands to fuck him up until she was tired.
He grunted, holding on tight to his reputation as being made of steel. Apparently when he was younger his father did the same thing to him but Nathaniel would never cry and shout in pain.
“My mother ain’t the only one leaving this bitch with a battered face.”
She reached back and hit him with three quick punches to the nose.
I grimaced at how crooked it was now.
“Perfect…” Blair held her hand out and Liam placed a pistol in it. “Well, here’s the day you’ve always deserved.”
I smiled when she took a deep breath before putting two in his chest and one in his head; it wasn’t for courage but to let go. She’d been waiting a long time for this.
We left Liam and Lorcan to handle the rest, driving in silence back home and basically sneaking into the apartment to avoid waking Brynn. It was three in the morning, but I had a feeling she stayed awake as long as she could to wait for us.
I pulled Blair into our bathroom after shutting and locking our bedroom door.
“Let me see your hands.”
She held them out and I sighed at the split skin; after turning the water on and adjusting the temperature, I gently placed them underneath the stream.
“Stings,” she mumbled, flinching just a little.
My body was pressed against her back, eyes regarding her through the mirror.
“Just a little longer.”
“You’re being too gentle.”
I smiled after her eyes met mine.
“What you want me to do, Amoy? Snatch you up and swing you around?” I cut the water off and wrapped my arms around her waist, tucking my face in her neck. “I will. Can’t do it now because the element of surprise is gone.”
She laughed and rested against me.
“You provoked me all day just to be all sweet.”
I couldn’t help smile into her skin, leaving gentle kisses in its wake.
“But you liked that shit,” I whispered in her ear, flicking the lobe with my tongue. “I want inside you.”
She bumped me and I took a step back, lips tucked between my teeth as she bent over and stepped out her shoes, leggings and thong. I kicked the pile she left on the floor into the bedroom, mesmerized by long legs, and came out of my clothes next.
“Bend over more and hold on to the counter.”
I crowded her space again, pushing hard dick between her wet pussy lips without inserting myself.
She moaned softly, rocking her hips over the length of me.
“Remember we have guests,” Blair said, smirking at me through the mirror. “But you better fuck me like you mean it.”
Her ass slapped my hips as I thrust into that pussy without warning, and she didn’t miss a beat, fucking me back with our gazes locked. Soft whimpers filled the space and I smiled.
“Look at how cute you are,” I murmured, fingers finding her clit. “Holding in my favorite sound.”
I was ready to give her the dick she wanted but she came with a soft shout, unwrapping the tight ball of tension I’d spent the entire day winding inside her.
“Fuck,” she breathed, her walls squeezing around me.
I pulled out and dipped back in, hitting that pussy from an angle until her moans got louder and I had to muffle them with my hand.
“Remember,” I whispered into her skin, barely keeping my own moans from spilling. “We have guests.”
Her teeth sank into the fleshy part of my hand between the index finger and thumb, pussy clinching around me as she came again, taking me over the edge with her.
Blair dropped the rest of her weight against the counter with a soft breath and I smiled, smoothing my hands down her body before grabbing a rag to clean us both off. She walked into the bedroom ahead of me, falling into the bed and pulling a pillow over her head.
Chuckling, I snatched her silk scarf off the dresser and forced her to sit up while I tied it on. Then made her wait until I tugged a shirt over her head before letting her lay down again.
I pulled on a pair of basketball shorts and got in behind her.
What a long fucking day.