Chapter Twenty-Nine
Summer
Five days have passed, four since I was let out of hospital and around six since I last saw Bhodi. I’m beyond worried, but not beyond pissed off. Sitting in the window, I find myself back in my prison, nervously picking the skin off my fingers. Glancing down, I wipe my raw and bleeding skin on my hoodie before letting out a heavy sigh. Watching the traffic pass below from the hotel window, no one walking past is aware how much I’ve grown to truly hate this place.
“Hey, you’re up.”
Pam strides in, coffee in hand.
I jump and my neck volleys in her direction before shooting a warning glare, she gives me a lopsided smile, but I know she’s just as in the dark as I am.
“Have you heard anything?”
I ask, hopeful.
She passes me a coffee, before her shoulders deflate and she subtly shakes her head.
“No, I’ve tried calling but Axe only drops me a couple messages here and there,”
she sighs.
“Where the hell could they be? They didn’t have anything to do with the police commissioner, did they?”
I ask, wide eyed.
Pam looks a little taken aback, but she just shrugs, unsure how to answer my question. For days all you can read about online or see on T.V are the news reports about the police commissioner getting shot outside of a police precinct, apparently, he’s doing OK but the shooter was killed on site. After hearing he was at the hospital, I’m clearly suspicious but no one near me seems to know what the hell is going on.
“If I hear something I’ll let you know. I need to get back to work.”
Before I can even answer, Pam heads for the door, probably equally as worried as I am but more than likely fed up with my constant badgering. Stretching my legs out, I sit in the window seat overlooking the city, my head resting on the window, the view I once found beautiful now becoming old. My jaw tenses each time I think about what I’m going to say to Bhodi, how I’ll go mad and tell him how I really feel, stand up for myself and leave. But as soon as I allow my mind to think those thoughts, I feel the utter sadness fill my heart. Tears fill my eyes and a thick knot forms in my throat, when the thought of never seeing him again, holding him close or hearing his voice fills me with a dark misery that I’ll never recover from.
Slowly rising from my seat, I hold my side whilst padding into the bathroom. My aching muscles and sore body crying out for me to relax a little, but when your mind is running wild it’s easier said than done. Dropping the plug into the large bathtub, I pull the tap all the way and listen as the water thunders against the bottom and quickly begins to fill. Dropping some vanilla bubble bath in, I discard my clothes and watch as the suds and steam begin to seep through the water.
Catching sight of my body for the first time in days, I see how it’s changed so much. My waist is tiny, my skin looks paler, and I’m covered in healing scars, wounds and bruises. It’s not a new sight, Harry would hurt me regularly but rarely would he hurt me in a way that could scar. It was usually well-hidden bruises that couldn’t be seen unless I went out of my way to show them to someone. Even if I’m marred with those memories, I can’t help but smile at the girl looking back at me in the mirror, the girl who protected herself, got out and did eventually speak out, even if it took some encouragement from a gorgeous man with murder on his mind.
Rolling my neck from side to side, I slide into the bathtub. My body instantly feels relaxed as the warm water laps over my skin, my tense muscles begin to loosen, and my head falls back against the headrest. Stretching out, the tension begins to leave my body. I let out a heavy sigh whilst my limbs gently float against the warm water. I allow my eyes to gently close, but when they do, I just yearn to see Bhodi again. The good times and the bad beginning to gel into one. In a brief moment of clarity I begin to think this could all work, maybe I could in fact be at home, waiting for him to arrive after a night of taking another life. I’d wash the blood from his clothes, hold him close and tell him I love him. It’s a split second before the darkness falls over that thought, the fears I have for his life, for us and the possibility of how we could all become entrenched in yet more cruel intentions.
Forcing my body under the water, I hold my breath. The pains in my body begin to subside, the aches wash away and I begin to feel human again but a few days without the man I love, I may feel human, but I truly don’t feel whole. I hold my breath for as long as I can, but soon I feel my body instinctively force myself to the surface, and I quickly wipe the residual water from my face before resting my head again and letting more thoughts flood my mind. It doesn’t matter how many scenarios and what ifs I throw at myself, it doesn’t escape the fact I’m in love with Bhodi Grey and Two/Face. I love them both equally for different reasons but they’re the same person, the same beautiful person who’s broken, lawless, protective and the best thing to ever happen to me.
I soon find myself standing back in the mirror, changing my dressing. Luckily the bruising and swelling is going down so I can apply a smaller bandage. I go into autopilot, drying myself off, getting into some fresh night clothes and drying my hair. The sky has turned a deep, rich velvet blue and I crawl into bed, laying on my side, admiring the beautiful stars in the sky. Pulling the duvet up and over my ears, I cocoon myself in the warmth.
I feel the bed dip beside me. Gasping, I immediately roll over. Blinking a couple times, my eyes adjust to the darkness and soon I feel his knuckles gently caress my cheek.
“I’ve missed you so much,”
he whispers.
Scrambling from the bed, I fall on my ass hard as I push to my feet and reach the light. Slamming down the switch hard, I wince and look towards the man sitting on the edge of the bed. Holding my hand over my heart, I feel it pounding beneath my fingertips, my breathing shallows and I quickly wipe the stray hairs from my face.
“It’s only me,”
Bhodi gently confirms, rising to his full height and taking a step closer to me.
“I know who the fuck it is!”
I snap. “Where…Where the hell were you?”
My voice cracks.
“I had one more thing I had to do.”
“What? What was so important that you disappeared without a fucking word?”
“It’s all over, Summer.”
“What is?”
“Everything, Luca, the cops, the secrets…It’s over.”
“How?”
It just is. He takes another couple steps closer to me and soon I feel my confident fa?ade falter.
“No, you can’t just leave and come back when you feel like it.”
I shake my head, my arms wrapping around my body.
“I didn’t leave, Summer, I had every intention of coming back to you.”
“Yeah, for now. Until the next time.”
“There isn’t going to be a next time. It’s. Over! Done! No more!”
His jaw tenses and his eyes begin to narrow on me.
“What did you do?”
I whisper.
He finally takes the few remaining steps, closing the gap between us and my back hits the wall. His fingertips gently dance across my cheeks before I feel them wrap around my throat. His lips lower to mine, and my eyes watch intently.
“What fucking had to be done. Now I’m back and I’m not fucking going anywhere, but if you have something you need to say, then I suggest you. Fucking. Say it.”
I swallow hard, his grip on me tightening as his darkened eyes plead heavily with mine.
“I was worried… I..”
“No.”
He abruptly cuts me off. “What’s really on your mind?”
His eyes begin to move around my face, and he pulls me a little closer.
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
He slowly nods.
“I’m scared how much I love you, Bhodi.”
Tears well in my eyes, and I struggle to break the words from the throat. “The thought of losing you fucking terrifies me. More than anything else.”
“It scares me too, Summer,”
he whispers against my lips. “No one has ever looked at me the way you do, never cared for me and never held me close and embraced how truly fucked up I am.”
My nails gently skim over his skin, my fingers eventually lace around his wrist, holding him tight. My heavy eyes looking into his, wetting my lips slightly, I rub my thighs together and his smirk dances across his lips. Glancing down to his pockets, my left hand runs over the crotch of his jeans. His eyes briefly widen as my hand glides across his thick erection. Reaching into his pocket, I pull out the knife neatly tucked away. Holding it up, my grin mirrors his.
“Get on the bed,”
I command, pushing from the wall and begin to guide him backwards.
When he loosens his grip, I push him onto the bed, discarding my clothes and standing at the front of the bed in a white lace thong, my body sliding over his. Unbuckling his belt and pulling at the zipper, I waste little time in pulling his jeans and underwear down past his thick, muscular thighs. Running my tongue up his cock, I feel his entire body shudder beneath me. When my eyes meet his, I smile.
“I’ve missed your taste,”
I purr, my tongue running over his skin, my left hand slowly gliding up and down his thick shaft.
Rising to my knees, Bhodi immediately sits upright, his palms kneading my ass and his tongue gliding over my nipples. I feel my pussy tense and my head falls back. I let out a sharp hiss, his teeth slowly grinding over my sensitive skin, my body already falling apart from the shocks of pleasure.
“I’ve missed those sweet moans, Sunny Sunshine,”
he whispers against my skin.
Placing my palms to his shoulders, I push him back. My chest heaving and my eyes growing heavy. I reach for the blade, watching in wonder as his eyes sparkle with lust. I hold the blade against the fabric of his T-shirt. Forcing the blade forward, I shred the material, parting it either side of his body. My nails roam over his firm chest, his muscles flexing under my touch. I hold my bottom lip between my teeth, whilst the shivers of excitement course over my skin.
“You asked me a question, Bhodi?” I murmur.
“I did,”
he replies, rising to his elbows.
Sitting back slightly, I move the blade into my left hand. My eyes roaming the sharp shiny blade, the bevelled handle, the same one he slid into my pussy and watched me ride as he painted my body in his blood. Wetting my lips slightly, I press the point into my right index finger. The sharp pain causing me to still slightly, but when I press my thumb to my skin barely a drop of blood escapes. Subtly shaking my head, I smile to Bhodi before swiping hard against the pad of my finger. Holding out my slightly trembling hand, I watch the blood begin to flow freely down my finger.
“Ask me again.”
Bhodi’s eyes change, a darkness spreads over his face, he looks between the gentle trickling blood then to me.
“Will you marry me, Summer Harper?”
I feel the heat between us, his voice cracks slightly but the determination in his eyes tells me all I need to know. Pressing my lips gently to his, I hover my body over his as his back lands onto the mattress. I feel his hands grip into my thighs tight and the tension between us pulses.
Pressing my forefinger into his skin, I concentrate. My fingers move and glide over his skin, forming large letters. His chest rises and falls with each stroke. Our bodies shake, and I can feel the tears prick the back of my eyes. With the final curve of the S painted onto his skin, I lean in closer, my lips a few millimetres from his.
“Yes, Bhodi, I’ll marry you,”
I whisper.
Sitting back, I admire my handiwork. Large letters scrawled over his skin, my answer printed onto his skin as his question was on mine. I go to move away, but his hands snap over my thighs, holding me in place.
“Are you going shy on me, Summer?”
His teasing voice skates across my lips.
“Yeah,”
I say, feeling the blush crawl up my chest towards my cheeks.
“You’re a lot darker than you realise.”
His fingers gently move from my thighs, skimming over my body and towards my nipples.
“Oh!”
The words blow from my mouth as he begins to pinch.
My wet pussy throbs and Bhodi pulls me closer, my tits rubbing against his chest. Reaching for my right hand, he begins to guide my fingers across my chest. I watch as his hand begins to spell his name on me, my smile growing wider as he looks to me.
“You’re mine, always mine.”
“Always,”
I whisper back.
Rolling us over, his broad frame looms over mine. His cock drags against my pussy and I cry out, our bodies crying out for a release. When he guides himself inside me in one swift sharp thrust, my mouth flies open. My entire body locks around his, screaming for more.
“Jesus, Summer, you’re fucking gorgeous.”
His face lowers to mine. “But I don’t want to hear those soft moans, I wanna hear you fucking scream.”
“Shit,” I gasp.
Wrenching our bodies from the bed, my nails run through his hair, my lips crash to his, our tongues entwined, whilst his fingers dig into my flesh. I feel us moving, closer and closer towards the window. Swiftly pulling out of me, I feel my entire body pressed into the cool window, I watch as my breath steams up the glass.
“Let’s hope everyone can see you this time.”
Bhodi’s teeth graze my neck.
My palms slam hard against the glass when he thrusts deep inside me. “Oh Fuck…Bhodi”
A strangled groan escapes my throat.
“That’s it.”
He withdraws before slamming back into me even harder, my feet barely able to stay on the floor. My tip toes pressing down into the floor as he continues. His hand clutching onto my hips tight, one slides over my stomach, tweaking my tender nipple. My teeth already sinking into my bottom lip and my breath misting the glass in front of me. He continues, over and over, my nails sinking into the glass, holding on for dear life as the pleasure blurs my vision. When his fingers glide down, he presses the pad of his middle finger to my clit.
“AH!”
My head flies back into his chest.
“Work that tight cunt, Summer,”
he growls. “I know what you want.”
I manage to nod. Slamming my hands into the glass, I push against him, spreading my legs as far as I can. I grind against him, working my pussy over his cock, every muscle in my body screaming for a fucking release. The sweat seeps between our bodies. His hand moves from my hips, gliding up my body and locking around my throat. His staggered breath blows against my neck.
“FUUUCK!”
I scream out, my words climbing the walls of the hotel room. My knees buckle and my entire body spasms, an intense orgasm soars through me.
Bhodi slams my body hard into the window, his hands roam through my hair, grabbing fistfuls.
“I…Can feel your fucking pussy pulse. Christ…”
His laboured words flood my ears, my feet press back into the floor harder, my pussy still grinding. “Fuck fuck fuck!”
Garbled words spill from his mouth.
One final sharp thrust, his fingers digging hard into my flesh. I feel him come hard, his body trembling and the harsh growl he elicits from deep within. Our bodies fall into the glass. Bhodi’s palms press over mine, slowly sliding down as we land on the floor. He hauls me on his chest, cupping my face in his hands. He kisses me hard before pulling away and searching my eyes for a moment. A second barely passes and I see a flicker of fear cross his face.
“What the fuck?”
he mutters, gently backing away.
Before I can ask what’s wrong, he lifts me from the floor moving quickly into the bathroom. Dropping me next to the sink, his eyes widen and I look down.
“Oh,”
I mutter, observing the blood trickling from the wound in my side.
“Shit. Are you OK?”
My eyes soften. I gently push his tousled hair from his face, a warm smile spreading across my face as I slide the first aid kit over to him.
“You’ve ruined me,” I tease.
Bhodi’s face immediately breaks out into a smile. Shaking his head, he gently peels back the old bandage. I wince a little as he dabs the raw skin with antiseptic. He continues to clean the wound and reapplies a new bandage, his hand holding it in place when I close my hand over his.
“You’ll be OK.”
He smiles, those beautiful green eyes shining with something else this time.
“Thank you.”
He lifts me from the sink unit. Wrapping my legs around his waist, we fall into bed. His body crawls over me, his forehead resting against mine.
“Can we go away for a few days?”
“Where?”
I ask curiously.
“I don’t fucking care, anywhere you are.”
He tugs the blanket over us. His body presses into my back, wrapping his arm tight around me. “Just me and you.”