“I don’t want to.” And with that, he lay down and closed his eyes.
Stubborn fucker.
I frowned slightly, remembering the wooden plank he was sleeping on when I had brought him here. How much had he fucking been through? Whether I trusted him or not, this shit was fucking messed up.
“You’re sleeping on the fucking bed. Now,” I growled, my command rolling off me. Kiara turned, frowning slightly.
Want him to get a fucking good night’s sleep?I asked her.
Not by forcing him,she replied pointedly as the boy struggled for a fraction of a second against my command, yet frowned as he was forced to obey.
Yeah, well, I’m not in his good books. Today, he’s fucking forced. Tomorrow, he’ll sleep there of his own fucking choice. I don’t give a fuck about being the bad guy.I turned away as the boy got into bed, glaring at me.
“Thank me tomorrow,” I replied with a cold smirk, glancing at him over my shoulder.
“Goodnight, Enrique. The bathroom is through there,” Kiara murmured before she dimmed the lights and followed me out. “You have a good heart; you just do things a bit crazily,” she added once the door clicked shut.
“Yeah? Well, we aren’t all fucking angels.” I pulled her close, kissing her lips hard.
I apologise for being fucking stubborn over this shit.
Apology accepted,her soft, seductive reply came as she locked her arms around my neck and kissedme.
Have you sent a message out to him?
Yeah, on the dark web. Let’s see if he responds or not.
She nodded, pondering over what I said as we returned to our bedroom. Kiara turned to me, her smile vanishing as I unbuckled my pants.
“That’s not usually the face I see when I’m stripping,” I remarked. She gave a small smile and shook her head.
“There was something I wanted to tell you earlier, but then I got side-tracked,” she sighed, brushing her fingers through her hair.
“Oh, yeah?” I took hold of her elbows, making her eyes flutter shut for a moment as I drew her close. Sparks rippled through us as I looked down at her in concern. My breath fanned her face, and her heart skipped a beat. She opened her eyes after a moment and gazed up into mine.
“Earlier, when we were leaving the packhouse to go for a walk, I… I couldn’t remember the passcode for the back door,” she whispered, her heart thundering.
My stomach plunged, twisting inside of me. With the shit going on, I had almost hoped it had just been a few small things she had forgotten…
“I can’t remember how we first met either… or how Raven and I became friends…”
With each word she said, she stared at my chest, tracing my tattoo with a single finger, unable to hold my gaze but sending pleasure coursing through me. She was also making my heart fucking squeeze in fear.
Didn’t remember how we first fucking met.
Didn’t remember Raven.
The key code hasn’t been changed in the last eight months.
“I’m forgetting more and more, and I’m scared,” she whispered, forcing a smile before she began chewing her bottom lip as she tried to control the emotions that were seeping through the bond.
“We are going to figure this shit out. I fucking assure you,” I replied huskily, tilting her chin up and running my thumb over her lips. I gently tugged her bottom one free from between her teeth as I looked into those gorgeous eyes of hers before I claimed her lips in a silent promise. There was no fucking way that she was going to forget me.
She couldn’t.
I had justfinished my morning training and showered when I stepped into the bedroom wearing a pair of blue jeans to see Kiara applying some makeup, dressed in a sky-blue, chiffon, floral halter dress that showed off her gorgeous breasts from what I could see in the mirror. Her back was on show with a criss-cross string detailing holding the fabric in place. I walked over to the drawer and picked up her wedding rings, which she hadn’t put back on since our return. We’d had enough shit going on, but it was the longest she had been without them, and, as much as I wasn’t fucking sentimental, after last night, I was fucking worried.
I walked over to her, and she smiled up at me. Looking fucking gorgeous. Damn, the Goddess had exceeded herself when she made her….
