Chapter 23
TWENTY-THREE
MAUI
When Mr. Legend and Mrs. Harper ran out of the house, I knew Mythic had found Treasure.
The panic on their faces was evident. Carter Legend, Epic, and Cachet were right behind them, leaving me here with Mr. Red, Red Squared, Uncle Philly, and Uncle Ryder.
All of the women had left already since it was so late.
Mythic was so tormented. After we had sex, he was quiet.
He got dressed and left me in the bedroom without a word.
I knew what he was going to do. I literally gave him permission to.
He was so worried about what everyone else was going to think about him.
Given what all we had gone through, I could understand why.
But I didn’t give a fuck about that. This was Treasure.
If anyone could think of where she might have been, it was him.
Sometimes, our minds couldn’t think about all the possibilities unless we were in the thick of things.
I knew he probably couldn’t think of everywhere to tell Watchful Eyes to look.
I wanted to assume, the minute he started actively searching and doing whatever he had to do, it would come to him.
The door opened, and I nearly jumped out of my skin. I was so deep in my thoughts, I didn’t hear anyone even approaching it. I stood and turned around to see Mythic. He was a shirtless, disheveled mess. As I made my way to him, he held up his hand, halting me.
“I have to take a shower first, baby. I’ll be back.”
I nodded, and when he walked by me, I smelled the most awful shit I’d ever smelled.
The tears sprang from my eyes, because I could only imagine what he’d just experienced.
Whatever had him smelling like that had to have been on Treasure as well.
I glanced over to see Mr. Legend entering the house. He gave me a tight smile.
“The guys are going to head to the hospital. You’re welcomed to ride back with us once we’re cleaned up.”
“Yes, sir.”
I made my way upstairs to find my shoes.
After entering the room, I could hear Mythic in the shower, literally wailing.
I sat on side of the bed, listening to him.
I couldn’t help but cry silently. There was no way I could listen to him and be unfazed by it.
The sadness, the pain, the guilt . . . all of it could be heard through his sounds of grief.
While I was glad he’d found her alive, I knew what he’d seen was hard, and he would have a long road of mental recovery after this.
I pulled my knees to my chest and lowered my head to them, trying to absorb his pain.
When the water finally turned off, I stood and went to the door, lightly knocking on it, so he would know I was here for him. “I’m here, baby,” I said.
He opened the door, still wet and wiped the knob with a Clorox wipe.
Once he dropped it in the trash, he stared at me, his gaze pulling me to him.
I hugged him tightly, then went to my knees in front of him, my pants getting wet on the knees from the water on the floor.
I stared up at him, hoping he would be receptive to the way I chose to show him love.
He only stared back at me. I hugged him around his legs, his flaccid dick in my face.
I ran my hands up and down the backs of his legs and softly kissed his dick, like I was worshipping him.
He was worthy of worship for the way he always treated me.
Even in his moments of weakness and distress, he never disrespected me.
When his dick started hardening, I pulled it into my mouth and didn’t waste any time getting him to cum.
I knew we didn’t have a lot of time. We needed to get to the hospital, and Mr. Legend was probably waiting for us.
Mythic didn’t make a sound as I deep throated him, nor did he touch me.
Even when he nutted, he was completely quiet.
My heart was hurting with his, and I realized there was nothing I could do to make him feel better right now. I would just be here.
I stood and grabbed the towel from the countertop and quickly dried him off, then grabbed the lotion and moisturized his arm, hands, and face as he stared at me.
His gaze was crippling me. I looked away and led him to the bedroom to dress him.
He didn’t need to be snazzy, just covered.
I grabbed a pair of sweats, a T-shirt, socks, and his drawers and helped him put them all on as quickly as possible.
I slid on my tennis shoes, cringing at the feel of my wet socks and watched him slip on his Nike slides.
When I opened the door, Mr. Legend was standing there.
I looked back at Mythic and saw we hadn’t done a thing with his hair.
He’d taken his braids out and washed his hair.
I went to the bathroom and quickly grabbed a brush, hair lotion, and a hair tie.
I could make it look neat on the way there.
I caught up with them on the stairs and followed them to Mr. Legend’s truck. “Mythic, I’ll get your truck detailed tomorrow,” Mr. Legend said.
Mythic only nodded and opened the door for me.
I thought he was going to get in the back seat with me, but he got in the front instead.
I took a deep breath and went to my knees on the floor of the truck and put product in his hair.
When I started brushing it, he moaned. I closed my eyes for a moment, because I could hear his pain in even that.
By the time I got it detangled and looking decent, we were arriving at the hospital.
Mr. Legend gave Mythic some pills, and he swallowed them without water, then exited the truck.
I quickly wiped my hands with a wipe from my purse and was about to open my own door, because he’d kept walking, but he quickly turned around and helped me out.
His mind was far away from here. After sliding out, I grabbed his shirt, causing him to turn to me.
I pulled him to me and kissed his lips. “I love you, baby.”
“I love you too,” he whispered as he rested his forehead against mine for a moment.
Grabbing my hand, he led me inside. All the family was still seated in the waiting area. Mrs. Harper stood and made her way to Mr. Legend. She hugged him tightly.
“They had to get her cleaned up. She was practically covered in vomit, urine, and feces. They took samples, because they don’t believe all of it was hers.
She threw up so much her esophagus is inflamed.
She had a small stab wound in her side, but it didn’t puncture anything, thank God.
Other than bruised bones and smaller cuts and scratches, she’s okay.
Umm . . . they also found traces of semen in her mouth along with feces and had to do a rape kit. ”
Mrs. Harper closed her eyes tightly, and Mr. Legend held her close as she cried.
I found the tears falling down my cheeks as well.
I looked up at Mythic to see he was staring into space.
I could also see the rage he was probably feeling through his body language.
He looked extremely tense. I slid my arms around him, and he glanced at me.
Once Mrs. Harper composed herself, she said, “They gave her something to relax her. They will also do a tox screen to see if she was given any drugs. We will be able to see her in probably the next thirty minutes,” she said as she looked at the clock.
I grabbed Mythic’s hand and led him to a chair for him to sit.
As I prepared to just stand next to him, he pulled me to his lap and held me close.
I wrapped my arm around his neck and allowed him to rest his head on my chest. I kissed his forehead and silently prayed that he would be able to get through this.
“How’s Mythic doing?” Ashanni asked.
I looked away from my computer as Nesha entered our workspace.
It seemed everyone was concerned about him.
That was a far cry from their attitudes about him from a few months ago.
Aunt Chas, Malia, and even Jakari were all tuned in to see what I would say.
Treasure was supposed to go home today. She’d been there for five or six days.
“He’s still having a rough time. I think whenever he can have a heart to heart with Treasure, it may get better.
She still isn’t really talking. The trauma of everything really did a number on her.
I can only imagine the torment she endured.
He’s been nearly as quiet as her. He sits with her all day. ”
Tears sprang from nowhere, and I quickly wiped them.
I hated to see him this way . . . her too.
It was taking a toll on everyone. I had been staying at his parents’ house with him, trying to get him in better spirits, but I knew until Treasure would say something, he would be stuck in this rut.
Ashanni put her arms around me as Aunt Chas kissed my cheek.
Treasure had a long road to healing. She’d been on heavy antibiotics and pain medications.
She had a lot of bruising, but no broken bones.
They were beating the shit out of her the two days they had her.
The hospital had called the police, and they ran DNA on the samples they got.
Most of the perps were in the system, so their DNAs popped immediately.
There were five different strands. There was only one who they couldn’t find, probably because they didn’t have a record.
When they went to execute arrest warrants, three were already deceased.
Two of the bodies were found at the shack where Treasure was, and the other was found in a parking lot near the others.
The guy they arrested dropped names of others involved. Three happened to be police officers.