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Chapter 28 (Ricardo)
I watch as she reaches over and grabs the headboard for dear life as I pump into her again.
“More, I need more,” she moans and I let her have it.
I grab her hips and rock into her harder and deeper. Then I cup those beautiful tits of hers and suck her nipples into my mouth, feasting on them.
“Fuck,” she sputters as she starts to pulse around my cock. “I'm go
I cut her off with another rough thrust of my hips. Her eyes start rolling in the back of her head and I feel her toes curl.
And then she lets me have it.
She grips me, pulling my cock, sucking me deeper until I can't hold back and I'm spilling inside her and groaning her name.
I didn't bring her here for sex, I brought her here because it's what she said she wanted...what she needed.
But as soon as we walked in the door she made it clear she had other plans...and fuck if I was going to protest.
I can't deny Lou-Lou anything. Even the things I should be denying her right now.
I'm a selfish bastard who can't get enough of her—and I'd rather spend our time together making her feel nothing but pleasure. Making sure she knows every second, how incredible and strong she is. Making sure she knows that she will heal one day. That her life will go on and she can accomplish everything she sets out to do.
She'll no longer have the painful memories of our unborn child, her father, or the DeLuca's holding her back.
She'll be safe from every horrible thing in this world. Including myself.
And when that happens, when she realizes she's finally truly free? My Lou-Lou's going to fucking soar, because she was meant to.
She's going to meet a guy one day, one who actually deserves her. A guy who works a regular 9-5 job and wears suits that aren't covered in the blood of his murder victims. A guy who leaves in the middle of the night only because she asked him to pick her up something from the store. Not a man who leaves because he's patrolling the streets at night looking for his next kill in order to satisfy the sick need of his.
She'll meet a nice guy, one who will be the perfect father to the dozen or so kids I know Lou-Lou's going to want to adopt at some point. The kids she deserves to have, because those babies will be the most loved and protected babies in the whole entire world.
My Lou-Lou's going to end up with a good guy when I'm gone...one who will never hurt her like I have. One who doesn't have the demons that I do—the kind that can't be tamed or contained no matter how hard I might try.
I'm not giving up. I'm keeping her protected in the only sure fire way I know how. She's sacrificed so much for me already, and I won't ever let her sacrifice again.
“Ricardo?” she whispers softly, folding her hands around my neck. “What just happened? You checked out on me.”
“Sorry, baby.” I envelope her in my arms and kiss her cheek. “I'm just tired. You've taken a lot out of me these last 24 hours.”
She throws her head back and laughs and I take the opportunity to kiss up her throat and soak up the sound I love so much.
“I love you,” she murmurs and I say the same back to her as I feel her relax against me.
Then I glance at the clock and curse.
The sun is rising and we should be getting ready to leave soon so we don't run into everyone—but when I look down and see that her eyes are now closed and I notice the slight smile tugging on the corners of her lips—I can't bring myself to wake her just yet.
The moments where she looks peaceful are so rare...I don't want to be the asshole to rip one away from her.
Instead, I pull her tighter against me and inhale her addicting scent as I feel myself drift off with her.
The sun is damn near blinding when I open my eyes and I mutter another curse. I look over at a still sleeping Lou-Lou. When I plant a soft kiss on her forehead and she doesn't wake up, I decide that I might as well get this shit over with since I'm here.
I stand up and throw on some clothes, then I open the front door and head over to the apartment across the hall. The apartment that's no doubt full of people questioning my loyalty and actions. Or rather, my in-actions.
Momma's ebony eyes are the first to greet me. “I don't think this is a great time right now, sugar,” she whispers, but it's too late.
Alyssa's blood-shot, puffy eyes meet mine from across the kitchen where everyone is gathered.
When I make my way over to them, Jackson goes to stand by Alyssa. The fact that he and Tyrone who's seated at the counter won't even look at me or acknowledge my presence hurts more than I'd care to admit.
But not nearly as much as the look Alyssa's giving me right now.
“She's dead,” she sobs. “My mother's dead.”
Guilt pelts into me and I take another step forward. “I'm sorry, Alyssa. I'm so—”
She glares at me and balls her fists. “He killed her, Ricardo. That piece of shit Travine murdered my mother and neither you or the authorities are doing a damn thing about it! What the hell is going on?”
I hear the sound of the front door opening and Momma gasps at the same time my stomach twists into the most painful knot.
“What?” Lou-Lou questions, right before she takes off ru
I bolt after her and catch her just before she enters what used to be her old apartment.
“No,” she says, her entire body shaking.
I hear multiple footsteps coming out of Jackson's apartment, but I'm too focused on Lou-Lou.
“It's okay, Lou-Lou. You're okay,” I say, holding on to her tighter.
She doesn't hear me though because the trembles become worse right before she proceeds to throw up.
“He's go
She throws up again and lets out a guttural cry right before she collapses in my arms. I swear on everything I've ever cared about in this world, I feel my heart physically break.
I scoop her up and she wraps her legs around my waist and latches onto me.
“No he's not. Because he's never go
“No. The monster will find me. He always finds me,” she says, trying to get out of my arms.
I turn us around and come face to face with ten sets of eyes belonging to people that I honestly, couldn't give a fuck about right now.
“Move,” I bark, because Lou-Lou's trembles are becoming even worse and she's starting to dry heave again.
Alyssa starts walking toward me, her gaze falling on Lou-Lou. “I'm so sorry—”
I look at Jackson and snarl, “You have two seconds to get your girl the fuck out of my face before I do it permanently.”
Rage crosses over his features but when I reach for my gun, he yanks her back and stands in front of her. “Alyssa didn't know—she had no clue she was here.”
I brush past them but Momma reaches for Lou-Lou's hand and I have no choice but to pause when I see Lou-Lou squeeze it briefly.
“Bathtub, I need my bathtub,” she whispers.
I look at Tyrone, since a bathtub is the one thing I don't have in my apartment. “I need to borrow your place for a little while.”
He's tossing his keys in the air before I even finish my sentence. “Take as much time as you need.”
When we get inside she pushes me away and heads for the bathroom. “I need to be alone.”
“No way in hell am I leaving you alone right now.”