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“Lucy? We took Lucy with us. She was hurt bad.”
Co
We don’t know. We’ll find out more tomorrow, okay?
Ke
A few minutes later, Alys and X showed up with BLTs, and we all dug in.
“I guess we’re not going to Italy,” Ke
“Who?” I asked around a mouthful of BLT.
She didn’t answer. She hadn’t heard me. This was go
Do you know who the bomber was?
Turning to look at me, her busted eye gave me a weird, sick feeling in my chest. It reminded me of the Sith Lord eyes from Star Wars.
“My guess is that Kyle guy.”
Kyle fuckin’ Whitestone, Rita Holmes’s psycho stalker.
“I thought he’d been arrested?” said Alys from her spot on the floor.
“He’s been in a nuthouse for the last month,” I replied, the inferno rising in me.
Ke
Half-eaten sandwich in hand, X’s head dropped back onto the edge of the bed, snoring.
“Come on,” said Co
Cradling my Baby Girl in my arms, I wrapped her up in all the warmth, safety, and strength I had in me. She drifted back to sleep, knocked out by the Vicodin.
While a shift change had been going on, Kyle Whitestone had slipped out of the nuthouse and headed straight to a storage unit stashed with his homemade pyrotechnics. The motherfucker had had no plans on coming out alive. He’d sewn that shit into a vest and detonated it while bear-hugging Rita.
The woman had essentially vaporized. The only things the search-and-rescue team had found of her were her legs from the knees down, preserved by her designer boots.
The second explosion had killed Charlotte. The ceiling had come crashing down in her room, crushing her. Her remains had been recovered and identified through dental records two days later.
Lucy had died when the last explosion threw Ke
In all, fourteen other staff members of the Center for Radiant Health along with a handful of clients had been killed.
Day four after the shit had gone down, the battle between Ke
“I don’t need them. I can’t tell how well I’m healing if I’m fucked up on those things.”
I grabbed the notepad we’d been using and wrote:
It’s to help keep you still, so you won’t overdo shit!
Tossing the notepad at me, she stubbornly replied, “I don’t need them to not overdo anything,” she snapped. “I can smoke weed instead. I’m not taking them anymore.”
It’s killing me that you’re hurting! Please just take them. It won’t be for forever.
“No.” Ke
I stormed out to the back porch, feeling fit to break something. There was no satisfaction in having a fight when I had to fuckin’ write everything down—and not when Gavin was sitting next to her on the couch, watching the fuckin’ Food Network with the closed caption on. Gavin was one badass motherfucker though. He’d insisted on coming over to be with Ke
“You all right, man?” Co
“Naw, man. I’m not.”
“You know how she is.”
“Yeah, I know she’s a stubborn little shit! But it’s been four fuckin’ days since she was nearly killed—”
“Like that makes a difference. Dude, you just gotta pick and choose the battles from here on out. If she doesn’t take the pain meds, it ain’t the end of the world.”
“She needs to rest, and the meds knock her out.”
“She hates the way they make her feel. To be honest, I think she’s been taking them this long for you. They’ve been keeping her in a mental fog, suppressing her emotional pain, and she knows she has to face it.”
“Can’t she do that when she’s better?” I asked, exasperated.
Co
“What the fuck does that even mean?”
“She can’t seek her i
“You fuckin’ hippie kids,” I muttered.
Co
Rolling my eyes, I said, “Right. I gotta get rid of this energy. I’m hittin’ the weights and shit. I’ll be back later.”
“I’ll tell her,” he said, copping a squat.
At home in my gym, I worked out until I could hardly move. Dripping sweat with my heart pumping and muscles aching, I felt a hell of a lot better. At least I would be ready to face Ke
Fuck.
Sex hadn’t crossed my mind since I’d sweet-banged her in the shower before the bombing. Ke
Her injuries didn’t make her any less beautiful to me, but it’d squashed the shit out of my sex drive—as it fuckin’ should have. Hell, I couldn’t even remember the last time I had whacked off. But I was go
Blasting the hot water, I sat on the stone bench.
Yeah…
I thought of the first time in here with her after we had waited for the right time to fuck, and she’d dropped to her knees, wrapped her lips around me, and taken the whole fuckin’ thing…the first time I’d sunk into her, feeling my balls tap her ass…
“Oh, fuuuck…” My head banged back against the tiles.
The sweet fuckin’ taste of her sugary slice, how tight she grips me when I’m buried inside her, that tiny little heartbeat that makes my dick tingle, the noises she makes in the back of her throat—it all drives me wild.
“Baby…” I moaned, working my fist up and down my dick, wishing it were her tight little cunt.
Ke
“Fuck yesss…” I groaned as the thought of her punishing me in LA danced its ass through my head.
My dick swelled, and my balls drew up, my tailbone sparkling with tingles. Fuck, I was so close. Just thinking of her wet pussy hovering right above my face, her fingers rubbing my sugary slice—
Cum shot out of me, full fuckin’ force, and there was a lot of it. Heart pounding, legs shaking, I was blissed the fuck out. The next time I fucked my Baby Girl, I was go
The breath froze in my chest.
Ke
She was the only person in the whole fuckin’ world I could lose control with.
Oh, fuck…there’s no way I’d be able to hold back, not after this long.
There was nothing in the world I loved more than that woman. The way her eyes lit up a fuckin’ room, how her smile made my heart trip up in my chest. Her laugh made me high from just listening to it. The sound of her voice never failed to command my attention. And she asked for nothing. She just gave me her love in the hopes that I’d return it.