Chapter 10 #2
“Would you prefer sharing them to Karl in the interrogation room?” I ask losing my patience. They were planning something I need to know what, so I can stop any further attack attempts. The bleached blond looked strangely familiar. Rian suddenly stops walking up the stairs.
“They wanted Love, to get back at you. Happy?” Rian blurts out, he was protecting me. Interesting, this caring for each other for Love’s sake goes both ways.
So this was personal. “Karl, get the men to the cave,” I say and help Rian to the apartment’s door. I knock on it. There’s no answer.
“It’s Rian,” Rian says and I hear someone unlock the door, the irritating cousin opens the door just enough to peek and when she sees Rian’s state she opens it widely, and I have to shake her off him to lay him on the couch.
I start checking his wounds, I’d say he got a few broken bones on his face or at least cracked. “What the hell are you doing?” Rian says shaking my hands off his torso.
“Addressing your injuries, mind letting me, doctor?” I snap and he lets me, “I think nothing is broken but I can’t be sure just by touching it. You should get an X-ray just to be safe”
“I’ll be fine,” Rian says shaking me away and this time I let him. I look at a small frame by my side looking at Rian like he’s an injured animal. Her eyes gleaming with tears. She whispers something to Rian he just nods.
“Thank you,” she says directing herself to me. My desire to resort to torturous methods with those guys disappears when Love hugs me. I hug her back, she’s cold. Sammy is sitting by Rian and I see they’re wrapped in blankets.
“May I?” I ask Maya requesting to steal one spare blanket for Love.
I see there’s still a spot next to Rian, Maya probably left it on purpose for Love.
I put the blanket around Love’s fragile figure.
Envelop my arms around her and sit her on my lap next to Rian.
She keeps one hand on mine and one hand on Rian’s.
Saying I’m almost bursting into flames like fucking Satan being exorcised back to hell is a euphemism.
“What happened outside?” Love whispers in my ear, goosebumps go through my body, a reaction only she can get from me.
“It’s my fault-”
“Don’t lie. One guy from the group that knocked on the door wanted revenge for me beating him up in the ring last night. Dominik found us mid-fight and they fled,” Rian says and I look at him with curiosity, he just covered up for me.
“They just fled? I don’t believe that-”
“They did flee, after I beat them,” Maya punches me in the shoulder playfully.
“Did you hurt them bad?” Maya asks excitedly, her spirit races for blood, while Love wishes nothing to do with it.
“Let’s just say they won’t come back,” I say and cup Love’s face with my right hand. “Are you ok?” I ask her and she nods.
“Rian lied, didn’t he?” she asks in my ear.
“He did. But you will have to stop whispering in my ear if you don’t want a sudden shift of positions,” I whisper in hers and she laughs.
“Sorry,” she says opening up the blanket and hugging me.
That didn’t help. I keep holding Love close, my arms around her until she falls asleep.
I can’t remember a time I felt like ruining someone and I didn’t.
But I’ve come to terms with the fact that Love is an exception to all my rules.
They don’t apply to her. I don’t want them to.
I check to see if everyone’s asleep. Damian, Josh and Marcus passed by to make sure I wasn’t the one who tried to kill Rian, and that he was actually ok, but they left one hour ago.
I hold Love tight against me, scooping her in my arms and am about to look for her room when to my surprise Maya opens her eyes slightly and says “Second door to your left,” I thank her knowing her not hating me, would make Love happy.
“Where are we?” Love asks when I lay her on the bed, or better, lay myself on the bed and her on top of me.
“Your room,” I say and Love catches me by surprise kissing me. I thank Satan, I locked the door. “What was that for?” I ask her while kissing and sucking on her neck, her hands wrapped around my hair, gently pulling on it when I turn my attention to her breasts.
“You looked hot, all night long, I was waiting for this,” she says and I pinch her nipples softly at first. Feeling her squirm makes me change our position, so I’m on top of her.
The thing about Love is that she learned to like the pain, only inflicted by me.
She matches me, my craziness, my kinks, she doesn’t mind.
Yet I haven’t tried many on her. She seems to like the pain-pleasure game, and I crave every moan, whimper, sigh, and touch of hers, in pure bliss.
I don’t need much to get off with her. I don’t need anything to be honest. And I resorted to the most depraved things because regular sex didn’t work for me.
Love asked me a couple of weeks ago if I’d get bored of her.
If I didn’t want more. The truth is that I don’t need more.
I need her. Just the way she is. And I’m never getting bored of her, I would’ve by now if I were to.
She grew too much on me, for me to ever let her go.
It’s for life. It’s one of the reasons I call her “ma Vie,” it’s not just a play of words with her name.
She’s literally my life. I was on my way down before I met her, I was succumbing to my every demon and letting rage control me and my actions.
That would’ve brought me to a sad fate if it weren’t for her. She’s the angel to my demons.