30. Chapter 30
I sat in a chair with Rabbit next to Layla as we watched everything happening from the sky.
Sid, Malik, and Easton worked as security around the building while I got to sit and do nothing other than worry about my angel.
I rubbed Rabbit’s ear to comfort me when I couldn’t see him after he entered the house.
Layla kept reassuring me, but she didn’t see how often Angel got hurt.
What if he died? What would happen to me?
I would die without him. It wasn’t about not being able to take care of myself, but from loneliness and losing my soulmate.
It took me forever to find him, and once I did, it was me who put him in danger.
He was good at what he did, but he wasn’t immortal as much as I wish it to be.
When they all finally stepped outside, I could breathe again.
“See? I told you they’d make it,” she said, smiling and popping bubbles with her gum.
I smiled into Rabbit’s head as the surge of relief filled my very soul. My angel was alive. He brought his wrath with him and avenged me and came out still living.
All the weight I didn’t know I carried lifted when the house turned to fire.
It was over. Finally over. All my enemies were dead. I was finally free.
“I’m going to go wait for him.”
Layla giggled and wiggled her fingers bye. “Have fun. I’ll let Sid and Malik know it’s over.”
I rushed upstairs, even though it would still take a while for my angel to get back to me, but I didn’t want to miss him. I needed to see him as soon as he walked in.
Malik, Sid, and Easton were all there, too, waiting probably for the same reason I was.
To see that they were all okay. Sid gave me a nod when I headed toward a leather sofa by some bookcases to sit and wait.
Malik didn’t acknowledge me, but Easton came to sit down with me.
He looked so ordinary. While he was young and attractive, he didn’t look like a killer.
His brown eyes were large, and his hair wasn’t combed back in a swoop as it usually was. And he wore only a T-shirt and jeans.
“What’s with the rabbit?” he asked.
I looked down at the stuffed animal that I couldn’t let go of, despite who gave it to me.
“I… can’t let it go. When they hurt me, it brought me comfort.
It’s big, and I could squeeze it when I wasn’t allowed to hold anyone or anything else.
It was also my salvation. It’s where I stored the diamonds I stole.
In a way, it protected me from being found out. They never thought to look in Rabbit.”
“Interesting. But killers don’t carry around stuffed animals.”
I frowned at him. Why did he care? Angel didn’t, and in fact, he had never said anything about it. “I’m not like you. Besides, if Angel doesn’t care, why should you?”
He looked at Rabbit once more and shrugged. “Whatever. But if you want to break yourself from being a boy, maybe you should let it go.”
I held the stuffed animal tighter, as if someone would snatch him away at any second.
“Leave him alone,” I said, but was he right?
I had been doing my best to be the man I was and not a boy.
But I had owned Rabbit for so long. He was a part of me as much as my arm or leg.
“Maybe… you’re right.” With reluctance, I set him down next to me, instead as my bottom lip trembled.
Easton’s face softened. “Sorry. I guess it’s not my business.”
At least we were done talking about it. My fingers flexed and tightened in my hands, itching to hold Rabbit, but I held back.
It was just the stress and worry about Angel, needing to see him well.
He went into this fight tonight while still suffering from a concussion.
He may have lived, but he could’ve hurt his brain again.
I ignored everyone and played on my phone as a distraction until Angel came back. Soon, the four men returned, and I rushed toward the elevator and stopped when I saw Khai helping Angel walk, making me whimper.
“What’s wrong? What happened?”
Angel smiled and pulled me into a hug. I held on tight, gripping the back of his hard Kevlar vest. He smelled like gunpowder, sweat, and all things Angel. “I’m fine. Just a little dizzy. It’s over, and now I can rest.”
“Then we rest.”
“What I need is a vacation. Let’s go to the beach.”
I smiled, filled with excitement about traveling. “I’ve never been.”
“Then it’s settled.”
***
Two weeks later
Now that Angel was better, so was I. We had spent the past two weeks doing nothing but watching movies, playing with Cleo, visiting my mother, and eating way too much popcorn, ice cream, and candy.
Whenever he needed to rest and sleep, I spent it either on his laptop or learning new things, from reading to math and history.
It wasn’t that I planned even to get my GED or go to college, but I didn’t want to be ignorant anymore.
Maybe I shouldn’t have someone else take care of me, but what choice did I have?
No one would hire a former sex slave with no experience or education.
Angel told me not to worry about it. That if I needed work, The District would hire and train me, even though I had no need for money, thanks to Mom.
But he also told me he didn’t like the idea of me working there.
He didn’t want me turning into him. And he promised that as long as I was happy, so was he.
But I had been considering working for the District, only if Angel let me.
Not that he had control over my life, but I didn’t want to upset him.
Angel had no jobs that took him away from me, and my enemies were dead.
I had never been this happy, so he had nothing to worry about.
But now, it was time to grow up. After being treated as a child for so long, it was a hard thing to let go of.
Breaking eleven years of being one way wasn’t easy.
I had done well for the most part, but some things were harder than others.
Rabbit .
With a heavily beating heart and a slightly trembling hand, I placed my sense of security high up on the shelf in the bedroom I no longer used, saying goodbye to the last of my childhood.
It was something that had been a part of me for seven years.
The rabbit held up well, but he was as tired as I was.
“You didn’t have to do that,” said the deep voice behind me.
I hugged myself and looked back at Angel, leaning against the door jamb. “I… know. It’s time.”
Arms wrapped around me from behind, and gentle kisses peppered my neck. “I’m proud of you.”
“Thank you for never judging.”
“To be fair, I did. That thing was always in between us in bed. Now, it will just be you pressed against me.”
I dropped my head and giggled, feeling better about my decision. But my smile fell away, and my eyes slid shut when his hand slipped inside my pajama bottoms and underwear. My penis… No. My cock, hardened. I had to remember to use words as Angel would.
As he fingered my hole, he nibbled on the side of my neck and my earlobe. “I want to do naughty things to you.” His breath tickled my skin with his words, and I broke out in little bumps across my skin, and my body shuddered.
“Okay,” I said, but the word was more of a whispering breath.
“In fact, I want to corrupt this room of yours.”
Angel pressed me face-first against the wall with my hands splayed on either side of my head as he knelt and brought my pants and underwear down with him. The cool air hit my skin, but he warmed it with touches and kisses.
“Bend for me. Give me your hole and ass. Let me own it.”
My body shuddered again with his words. I pushed away from the wall and bent over, exposing myself to him. There was nothing to be vulnerable about with the one person I trusted the most in this world.
There was some movement behind me, something opening, then the warm trickle of lube. It tickled my hole, but Angel fixed that problem with his first finger. He eased it inside and moved it around, pressing on my patch of sensitive nerves.
“Fuck, I love your sounds. So cute, yet such a fucking turn-on.”
Soon, a second finger was inserted into me. I felt full of angel fingers with their magical touch to arouse.
“I’m ready, Angel.”
“Maybe I like playing with your hole. It just eats up my fingers, so desperate for me.”
“Let it eat your cock, instead.”
Despite how much sex I had in my life, my face was set on fire. I never talked dirty, but I wanted to for him.
He barked out a laugh. “Oh, I love it. Are we talking dirty, Sunshine?”
“Yes, now in me… Please.”
Angel stood, grabbed me by my shoulders, and helped me stand upright before spinning me around to face him.
With a swift move, he removed my shirt, then he got completely naked.
With our clothes discarded on the floor, he grabbed the lube packet and dribbled the remaining liquid onto his cock, and stroked.
It was so hard and shiny with an angry redhead.
Once he was ready, he shoved my back against the wall and gave me the dirtiest, wettest kiss, full of all-consuming tongue. A kiss that meant the sex was going to be fast and hard.
“I’ve been dying to have you. Fuck concussions, and fuck you for denying me.” Despite his angry words, he had a smirk on his face. He knew very well I tried to take care of him and wanted him to heal.
I was out of breath from his hungry kisses and nibbles, hard enough to leave marks.
Angel bites. Once he had his fill of my skin, he lifted me by the backs of my thighs.
I wrapped my legs around his waist as he worked himself inside me.
My head slammed back against the wall as he filled me with his hard heat. I felt full and wanted and sexy.
“Hold on for the ride, Sunshine.”
With my back pressed against the wall, my legs clinging tightly around his hips, and my arms snug around his neck, he pulled out and slammed home. Our breaths and grunts echoed in the room, and the smell of sex filled the space, removing any remaining innocence from it.
Angel’s thrusts were hard and fast, as promised. I let him use my body as he wished, though I was taking as much as he was. He hit my spot over and over, making my eyes water from the pressure and electricity thrumming through my body.
He nestled his face in my throat, and his hot pants made me sweat. Our skin was covered in it, making us slippery, but we held on.
“Don’t let go,” he growled.
I held on tighter as one of his hands released me to stroke me, using my precome as lube. The position was completely awkward, but l loved it, too. I loved how Angel claimed and owned me. It told me he understood that I was his forever and ever.
The first threads of my climax threatened, and I loosened my hold to let it wash over me.
My body froze before the first spurt, and soon, I shot all over us.
My whimpers grew louder as I chased the orgasm and with Angel hitting me deep inside harder and faster.
I squeezed tightly around him, and he grunted.
“Yes… Fuck, Luca. You have the most amazing hole. So hot and tight.”
Soon, his hot seed spilled inside my boneless and numb body. Once he finished, he looked at me and gave me a tired and sweaty kiss.
“Mine,” he said when he pulled away.
“Always.”