20. Same Heartbeat
CHAPTER TWENTY
Same Heartbeat
“Oh god! Jax! Fuck!”
Ever since Jax had ‘resurrected’, Deja felt as if his body had changed. He looked bigger. Taller. He felt thicker. Even the way he moved seemed different. More calculated.
His eyes never left her face. His hands were glued to her body. His tongue bathed her skin as if the sweat from her pores were not to be wasted. Sex with Jax had always been fun. Lately… it felt like intense worship.
His muscular body held her down to the counter with a deadlock grip around her wrists. Her thighs wrapped around his tapered waist, barely holding on as her ass roughly slid against the counter from his demanding thrusts.
Deja could hardly breathe. He fucked her like an addict succumbing to the pain of withdrawals, taking that first euphoric hit. He filled her to the hilt. Slamming his hips into her pelvis until she could feel his dick pressing against her clit from beneath her pelvic wall.
“Jax!” Her nails dug desperately into his skin. Her teeth sank helplessly into his flesh until she could taste blood. Her pussy vibrated from the snarl she elicited from him. He didn’t sound human. “Baby, please!” she begged.
An amused grin painted Jax’s face as he nipped at her chin. “She begs…” he groaned, tightening his grip on her wrists. “Beg again, baby… Beg for Daddy…”
And then it occurred to her– He was always like this: Mr. Hyde. Dr. Jekyll was the front he put on to hide the fact that he was a violent serial killer. His erotic sadism was as real as the dick fucking her into cardiac arrest.
“Beg for me, baby…”
Feeling his hand slide beneath her ass, Deja felt momentary relief from bruising her backside against the counter before his finger invaded her anus.
“Jax-!”
“Don’t you dare fucking shut me out,” he threatened, biting her bottom lip. “You’re mine. This… is mine…” Her body heaved, desperately panting, and her ass clenched as another finger penetrated her. “That’s a good girl. If I wanna play with your ass… I’m gonna play with your ass…”
Her back arched as she writhed against him, clawing helplessly to her building orgasm. But Jax didn’t give her a chance to reach it before he was pulling out. “Jax!” she blurted on the brink of frustrated tears.
With a teasing smirk, he pulled her off the counter and pushed her up against the floor-to-ceiling window, baring her breasts, stomach, and pussy to the night.
“There we go…” Jax said, sliding his hands around her hips before slamming into her pussy.
Deja breathed heavily into the cold window, fogging up the glass.
Her nipples hardened against the pane as her damp pussy coated it with her arousal.
Jax was such an exhibitionist freak. She could barely see past the city lights of the night and only hoped no one was watching.
Tilting the bottle up until the cold liquid spilled between his lips, Jamie swished the alcohol in his bloody mouth before swallowing. Beer and blood had such a unique taste. His green eyes dilated as he casually wiped the blood from his bleeding cheek. Marla had sharp nails.
He raised a curious brow as he watched the dark-skinned woman pressed against the window bare her body to the night. No wonder his brother liked her. Looking past her breasts, which were smooshed against the window, magnifying her dark areolas, Jamie spotted the bane of his existence.
It infuriated him. That Jax could find happiness. He deserved none.
The bottle Jamie held shattered, spilling beer onto the floor.
Casually tossing it to the side, Jamie leaned against the window, watching Deja reach her orgasm as cum ran down her leg.
He licked his bottom lip when the sound of crying interrupted his thoughts.
“You’re still alive… impressive,” he said, staring out the window.
Trembling behind the bed, Marla’s tear-filled eyes looked at Jamie, who was wearing only his jeans, his body covered in blood. Her blood.
Whimpering helplessly, her bloody hands missing several fingers, she pulled at her bloodstained robe. She cried hysterically once she noticed the gash in her stomach and felt the slashes to her neck. “Oh my god!” she screamed.
Jamie winced, annoyed. “...so loud…” he muttered. A panicked Marla crawled across the blood-soaked floor to hide behind the closet door. Jamie snorted as he watched Jax finger Deja while they kissed. “There’s no point in hiding if I can hear you…”
“Please!” Marla begged. “I’ll do anything! I’ll pay you-”
But Jamie hushed her. “Tell you what…” he said, watching Deja pull on her robe. “...why don’t you make a run for it? See if those ‘fucking orientals’ help a racist bitch like you, hmm?”
Marla’s face fell. “I… I s-swear I did-didn’t m-mean th-that-”
“It’s too late for that now…” Jamie said, turning around. The look on his face was so dark and menacing that her bladder failed. “I’ve tasted your blood. And I like a good chase, so… go on. I’ll give you a head start,” he smiled.
“I forgot. Is she allergic to Paprika or Cinnamon?”
“Those two aren’t even remotely the same. What are you-” Caleb looked at Jamie, seasoning the chicken. “...are you serious?”
“What? It adds flavor,” Jamie grinned.
Caleb rolled his eyes. “You’re gonna make her sick. Move, I’ll do it. You can cut the carrots.”
Jamie smirked as he swapped places with Caleb in the tiny kitchen. “I made $80 today,” Jamie said, effortlessly slicing the vegetables.
“That’s double what I made!” Caleb said, surprised.
Jamie grinned. “Gotta play on your skills, bràthair.”
Caleb shook his head. “Soon, we can pay her out.”
“No more ‘Wednesdays with Lorenzo.’ Italian bastard…” Jamie muttered.
“Hate that guy. He acts like he owns her, ” Caleb sighed. They both paused when they heard the door open.
“Boys?” The twins rushed to greet their mother at the door of their small apartment. She stumbled back with a chuckle as they rushed into her arms. “My sweet boys. Mmm… I missed you,” she hummed, kissing their cheeks. “What’s that smell? Are you making dinner?”
“I’m making dinner. Jamie…” Caleb teased as Jamie playfully punched his brother in the shoulder.
“I can’t wait to try it. I’m gonna go change,” she smiled. Their faces slowly fell as they watched her drag her feet to her closet-sized bedroom.
“I hate seeing her like this. She shouldn’t be doing any of this,” Jamie muttered bitterly.
Caleb exhaled. “I’m gonna run her a bath. Just put the chicken and vegetables in the pot. You can do that, right?” he teased.
Jamie sucked his teeth with a grin. “Shut up.”
Pulling her robe tightly, Kenna opened the bathroom door and wasn’t surprised to see her son filling the tub with soapy water. He made it a routine to run her a bath every day after work. Kneeling on the ground, Caleb smiled up at her. “I warmed it for you.”
Kenna smiled with fatigue. “...tapadh leat…mo luran…?*”
Caleb smiled sadly. The long hours were starting to wear on her body and show on her face.
The bags under her eyes had gotten bigger.
She was starting to look emaciated. He wondered if she wasn’t eating on purpose so that he and Jamie would have more food.
He frowned at the way she awkwardly shuffled in the bathroom. “Màthair?*?”
Kenna looked at Caleb apprehensively. “Turn around. Please?” she requested. Caleb frowned, confused. She was never shy about it before. But he did as she asked without protesting. It wasn’t until he heard her slip into the water that he opened his eyes.
Standing to his feet, Caleb looked down at her, confused. “...are you okay?” he asked. She nodded with a simple smile as if she were hoping he would leave. Twisting his mouth, Caleb turned to leave when he noticed the bruising above her left breast.
Falling to his knees, he grabbed her arm. “Caleb,” she panicked, trying to pull back.
But Caleb’s mouth dropped in horror as he scanned the blackened bruises on her frail, pale body before he looked at her in pure shock. “Wh-who.. who did this to you? Was it Lorenzo?”
“No! Nobody,” she said, retracting her arm. “I fell.”
“Màthair!”
“Caleb, please,” she begged. “Please, don’t- don’t tell your brother. I don’t want him attacking another client again.” Caleb’s nostrils flared. Curling his fingers into a fist, he struggled to fight back his rage.
“Et voila! Chicken vegetable soup!” Jamie said proudly, placing two bowls in front of Kenna and Caleb sitting at the table. “See, Caleb? I didn’t even burn it,” he grinned.
“I’m so proud of you! It looks so good,” Kenna beamed, tightening her robe.
Jamie smirked when he noticed Caleb was uncharacteristically silent. “...Caleb?”
Caleb looked at Jamie, and Jamie raised a brow. “You did a good job…” Caleb muttered.
Jamie looked at his brother, confused, when Kenna spoke up. “So, tell me about school?” she asked, redirecting their attention.
Jamie squinted at Caleb, who actively avoided his gaze, before he looked at his mother. “It was fine,” Jamie said. “I made this bracelet for you.”
Kenna smiled at the trinket dangling between Jamie’s fingers. “Jamie… You didn’t have to.”
“You deserve nice things, màthair,” he said, reaching for her hand as her sleeve slipped. “Put it on-”
“Wait, Jamie-” she started. But Jamie froze the moment he saw the bruise. “It’s nothing,” she said, pulling her sleeve down. “I fell. You know I’m clumsy. It’s nothing,” she chuckled nervously.
Jamie’s cheeks rippled with rage as he looked at Caleb, who was already staring back at him with the same irate glare.
“Tell me about school,” she insisted. “Boys-” But Jamie shot up from the table and grabbed the knife from the counter.
“Jamie- Jamie, wait! Jamie!” she panicked, trying to stop him. “Caleb! Stop him!”
“Don’t let her leave this house,” Jamie threatened Caleb before slamming the door.
“Jamie, please! Don’t! Caleb!”
“Caleb? Order ready!”