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He tears my clothes off, running his hand down my arms. “Where does it burn?” he asks me but I’m more concerned with how he is. “Terror.” I stop his frantic hands.
He finally meets my eyes, that sight almost has me falling over. The look on his face is intense, scary. “I’m barely burnt, you’re burnt more than me.”
It hits me.
He protected me.
Tears fill my eyes at the fact that he did that, that he put himself in danger of being seriously hurt.
I let my head fall, the tears coming down in big drops. “You protected me,” I whisper, my voice cracking.
He tilts my head up, his face slightly scalded from the coffee. I run my fingers over the burns. I lean forward and kiss them. “No one has ever protected me before,” I confess.
His face falls at my revelation but I can also see determination. I swallow hard and slide the cut off his arms put it onto the countertop next to me. “Let me check your back.” I lift his white shirt off, making him turn him around so I can check him over. “It doesn’t seem too bad.”
“That fucker will suffer for trying to hurt you.”
With that I have no doubt.
* * *
Seth
* * *
How dare she treat me this way? I have come to see her every day and this is the way she repays me?
She is a whore.
I saw the way that she wrapped herself around him and it should have been me; she is such a tease.
She did this to me.
I lost my job because of her. I have been humiliated because of her; she has ruined me without even having touched me.
She is beautiful, but that is a curse and I want to burn that look off her face. The one where she looked at me with fucking pity.
She will pay for the sins she has caused, the way she has ruined my life. First, I just need to take care of that fucker who thinks he rules the world.
But he doesn’t own shit and I will start with her.
chapter five
Meghan
I try to ignore the fact that Terror is in my shower across the room. We both reeked horribly of coffee, and it just made sense for him to shower here.
There is a knock on my door, and I hesitate to open it for a second. Then I remember that not just anyone can get up here.
I open the door and Dante is standing there. “What the fuck happened? Marie is in hysterics in the kitchen, and she has closed down the diner until later tonight.”
I rub my face. “Seth, the mechanic from down the street, got mad at me when I turned him down for a date. He just went crazy; his anger grew and grew until he threw hot coffee on me and Terror.”
He curses. “I have suspected that something was amiss with him; I kept an eye on him.”
That is news to me. “I never noticed,” I tell him, and plop down on the couch, exhausted. And the day just got started not too long ago for me.
He sighs. “You’re the same with everyone, kind, polite. Sometimes fuckers take it the wrong way no matter what you do.”
