Chapter 39
“What the hell, Faye?” I grabbed her from outside. She stood there, shaking, her eyes empty and pale.
“He took it,” she said. I cloaked her with a blanket that I grabbed from the couch.
“Sit down, baby. Who took what?” I asked, trying to understand.
She sat there on the couch, shaking and repeating herself. “He’s punishing me,” she said, stoic, rocking herself back and forth.
“Baby, please talk to me.” I grabbed her face but I couldn’t find her. She was gone again. “Faye, look at me.” She looked at me with her dark, empty eyes as tears streamed down her face.
“He clipped my wings again,” she sobbed, and I pulled her into my chest. “He took my car because I wouldn’t give into him,” she whispered beneath her cries.
“Wait, you’re saying he took your car because you wouldn’t get back with him?” Her words now made sense.
“Yes,” she said, rocking herself back and forth.
“He’s trying to break me. He’s trying to end me, so I can get fired.
So he can take her, Jax. Don’t you understand what he’s doing?
Don’t you see it? This is what he does!” She cried harder into my chest and fury built up inside me.
This motherfucker. I picked her up and walked her to my bedroom, placing her on my bed.
She just sat there, staring into blank space.
I started a warm bath and added lavender bath salts and bubbles before turning off the lights and lighting up some candles.
I undressed her out of her soaked clothes as she stood there, crying and panting.
“Nobody can clip your wings, baby girl, not as long as I’m here.
” I picked her up and placed her into the warm bath.
She sat there silent as I washed her body, and watched her cry endless tears.
“Look at me, Faye.” She looked at me, broken.
“You’re going to use my truck to get to work, and use it for whatever Birdie needs.
I don’t care how long. I have my bike and I can use Ryker’s truck for the farm.
We’re going to help you. It’s going to be okay, do you hear me?
” She stared at me, her expression blank.
“I’m not going to let you fall, I promise, baby. ”
After washing her off, I dressed her in a tee and some boxers and laid her down in my bed.
We just laid there silently while I held her tight against me.
After a while of silence I could hear the slow repetition of her breaths as she fell asleep.
It was then. It was this exact moment I let the anger combust from the inside out.
I wanted to kill him. I wanted to break him, shatter him, just like he did my Faye.
I wanted his blood stained on my skin. This motherfucker was playing games with my ljos?
This motherfucker did this out of spite because she wouldn’t give in to him.
Making her and Birdie suffer? He wanted her to fail just so he could take Birdie from her.
This motherfucker was sick and he needed to be fucking ended.
The games, the threats, the post-abuse. I had seen enough.
I was going to make this sack of shit disappear.
He wouldn’t get the chance to break Faye again.
Men like Vadon thought they were invincible, hiding behind their money, and their fancy lawyers. No amount of money was going to save him where I planned on taking him. If he wanted to play games with my girl, he was now going to play games with Death. The time was now.