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“Tell me something that is more beautiful than this,” he says, rolling his hips and changing his rhythm, sending my eyes to the back of my head.
“Open your eyes, Little Dove. I want you looking at me when I make you come,” he demands.
Opening my eyes, I look up at him, feeling my core clench as my body starts to tingle.
He smirks, knowing that I’m about to come.
“My pretty Little Dove,” he hums.
My orgasm slams into me, but I keep my eyes locked on his as I cry out, “Cam! Fuck, Cam!”
He pumps into me furiously, faster and faster, until he goes still, twitching inside of me. “Perfection, baby. You are absolute perfection.”
After we clean ourselves up and get dressed, I sit between his legs with his arms around me.
His raven tattoo catches my eye, and I let curiosity get the best of me. “Does your tattoo have a meaning?”
He lifts his arm up, showing it off. “When I got this tattoo, I was in a very dark place. I needed something to remind me to push forward. Ravens are often thought to be an omen of death, and I thought, in a way, that could be beautiful. Not in the sense that death is coming and you don’t have a choice to escape it. But as a warning to either lie down and take it or fight to live. I figured my raven had been through a lot. It would have war wounds to show the times that I fought to live when death could have easily taken me. So, I thought this would be perfect—a one-eyed raven with missing feathers, emerging through the darkness.”
I wipe my wet eyes and whisper to the strongest man I know, “I love you.”
24
Morgan
“Trey—”
He caught me by the throat and smacked my head against the wall.
“You let that man stare at you. Did you like it? Did you like him looking at you?” he snapped and squeezed tighter around my throat.
Excruciating pain crushed my windpipe.
I shook my head as much as I possibly could in his tight grasp. I hadn’t let that guy look. I’d tried to stare him down and make him look away.
My body felt lighter, and stars appeared in my vision as he loosened his grasp slightly. I gasped for air, choking on my own spit. He tightened again and got in my face.
“Do it one more time, Honeybee. I dare you.” Trey spit in my face before releasing me and storming out of the house, slamming the door behind him.
I dropped to the ground. The only support was the wall at my back. I grabbed my phone and called the only person who could help me.
She had suspected the truth of Trey’s true nature when I ran into her a time or two and had the same excuse for new injuries. She told me of her ex, who had shared many of Trey’s traits. I never fully admitted what Trey had or hadn’t done. But she offered her name and number anyway and told me I should call her if I ever needed to leave without a trace. I’d just hoped I never had to make that call.
“I need”—I gasped—“your help. If the offer still stands.” My voice was shaky.
“Well, my dear, you called at the perfect time. Meet me in an hour. I’ll handle everything else,” she told me.
“Wh-what is the plan?” I continued to huff and puff to catch my breath.
“It’s better if you don’t know the details. Just trust me and be at my building within the hour. Bring whatever you want to take with you. It will be the last time you are there.”
The phone clicked off, and after a moment, I hustled, gathering some clothes, but nothing Trey would notice missing. I also grabbed a couple of snacks and the wad of cash that I kept hidden in case I ever needed it. I threw everything into a bag that I doubted Trey even knew existed.
With my hood up, I made my way to Abbott Funeral Home, sticking to the shadows of the streets. When I arrived, Nicole Abbott, owner of Abbott Funeral Home, ushered me inside and into the garage.
“Here are the keys to a car no one knows exists. It’s older than shit, and it guzzles gas, but it will get you wherever you go. Here’s a thousand dollars, some clothes I had, and some food for the road. Get rid of the car when you get there. Sell it, burn it—I don’t care,” she said, handing me bags full of food and a wallet with cash.
Tears streamed down my face as I took the bags from her.
