Chapter Twelve #2
I hear rustling at his end. “While she’s helping him, we’ll start a game plan. And Luca, don’t let her know you know.”
“I want to fucking shake her, Thomas.”
His laugh hits my ears. “Me too, man. Me too. But you knew who Rowan was when you started this. This is a woman who was getting her revenge one way or another. If you thought she’d let her father slide, you were wrong. That girl is out for blood.”
I know his thoughts are going back to the night in the tomb. The knife and Colt. Fuck, my stomach recoils thinking about that.
“Get with Weeks and I’ll see you both tomorrow.”
“Got it.”
My nerve endings are on fire; the instant anxiety now flowing through me is unreal. I have to stay one step ahead of Rowan and not let her know I know she is planning something.
I need to expel these emotions. As I walk out of the office, I think about adding another lock to the door, but that would only set her hackles rising.
Jogging down the stairs, Rowan is sitting in the living room, cuddled up on the sofa. I don’t look at her because I know if I do, I’ll fucking freak out on her.
As I round the hall, I hear her. “Luca?”
“Give me a bit,” I grit between my teeth before I enter my in-home gym. It’s nothing like Hard Knocks, but it’ll suffice.
With the push of a button, my surround sound plays throughout the gym, I Immediately start wrapping my hands before shoving them into gloves, I go to town on the punching bag as Save Me from Myself by Kingdom Collapse lulls me into a manic pace as I throw combos on the bag, imagining everyone’s face that has hurt her in front of me.
I don’t stop, even when my sweat is falling into my eyes, blurring the bag in front of me. My arms feel like they’re made of rubber; I keep hitting.
I block out my body's protests as my panting mingles with the music urging me on.
Finally slowing down, hugging the punching bag, trying to regain my breathing, I hear her over the music.
“Luca?” It’s timid, and the sound makes me turn around, concerned. Her eyes are wide open, as she is half inside the room and the hallway. I can see the fight she’s having with herself.
“What’s wrong?”
A manic laugh escapes my windpipe before I punch the bag one more time.
It flies away from me, turning to her, stalking to her, my hands still covered inside the boxing gloves.
“What’s wrong? What’s wrong? I don’t know Rowan.
What is wrong?” I question her as her face changes the closer I come to her.
“Baby,” comes out so skittish and small that I stop in my tracks, closing my eyes, berating myself automatically. Motherfucker, Luca.
I just want to shake her, ask her what the fuck is going on in her head. Isn’t she done? Hasn’t she had enough? But I know I can’t ask her that, nor can I take away anything she needs. If she needs this ending, then she needs it. I can’t make her not want to make it finally end.
Opening my eyes, her blue ones are full of unspoken words, not knowing what to ask. Timid… This is the first time that Rowan has been timid around me, scared of me.
“Help me out of these.” I hold my hands out to her.
Her movements are slow, but she unstraps my wrist, pulling the bulky gloves off one after another, standing holding them in each of her hands, still not speaking as her eyes roam around my face.
“I…” I stop. “It’s just been a crazy few days, Killer.” I lean in and kiss her pouty lips; she doesn’t kiss me back. “Let’s go bathe.” I walk around her, knowing she’ll follow suit. Not giving a shit that I showered earlier. I need to wash this anger off.
The hot water soothes my aching arms as I stand beneath the sprayer, eyes closed, breathing in and trying not to choke on the water running into my mouth, when I feel cold air and her arms wrap around my waist. Opening my eyes, I watch her dainty hands rub up and down my chest. Her touch is everything to me.
It cements me to the here and now, lets me know I’m not alone, and gives me a peace I’ve never felt before.
And that’s why this fucks with me so much.
She’s my peace; without her, there is none.
Without Rowan, there is no Luca. And that fact scares the shit out of me.
Before her, I was just breathing, not living; now, with her, I’m finally tasting the life I crave and want, and that I can’t lose. I can’t lose her.
Turning around, I encapsulate her with my arms, pulling her into me, like I can mold her into my body, forever keeping her safe.
We don’t speak as we both rub one another’s bodies. The wetness makes her soft skin even more so.
Tipping her chin with my finger, I gaze into her eyes. “I love you so fucking much, Killer. It hurts.”
Rowan opens up her mouth to speak, but I capture her lips, swallowing down her words before they have a chance to exit them.
I start off soft, but in seconds, I become feral, my tongue overtaking hers.
I move to her lips, biting her bottom one, pulling it into my mouth, sucking on it.
Knowing I’m bruising it, but not giving a shit, neither does she.
When she pushes her body into mine, molding us, my dick rubs between our bodies, up and down her stomach.
Lifting her, she wraps her legs around my hips as I use the shower wall for leverage to help hold her up.
I don’t want soft and slow; I want fast and frenetic.
Hurriedly kissing her, I use my hand and line the tip of my cock to her entrance.
As I once again pull her lip into my mouth, I sink into her, eating her moans as I fill up her tight cunt.
Fucking her is animalistic, as I bite her shoulder, sucking water droplets off her skin, not helping to ease my thirst for her.
“You’re mine. And I’m never letting you go. Know that now. Every inch of you is mine.” I pound each word into her, needing her to know just how true they are.
“I’m yours. I’m yours, Luca,” she moans, breathing in the steam that’s filling the shower.
“I will fucking crawl to you in every lifetime. Know that. You’ll never get away from me. Never.” I pound harder, feeling her pussy tighten around my cock, urging my fervent escalation on. “Come for me, Killer,” I coo to her, my words breathless.
“Oh, God,” she moans out, echoing around the glass shower, as we both come together. My thrust becomes jerky. Leaning my forehead onto hers, we breathe each other in, as if we’re the other’s oxygen.
Sitting her down on her feet, I peck her swollen lips before I wash my cock off, leaving her in the shower to ponder why I lost my mind in the gym.
I won’t tell her why. I’ll just watch her every move, taking the precautions needed to make sure she is safe because she’s not going to do it.
And protecting her is my only goal in my life now.