I know that it means I will probably start to remember the missing year too and I can’t help but think that it would be better to remember snippets and flashes of that year at my own pace rather than being bombarded with, what my intuition is telling me, is a horrific experience. That would be far too damaging.
I think I need to remember that year, I have a feeling it holds answers that we aren’t going to get anywhere else, but like I said, I don’t think all my memories of that year should be remembered at once. My instinct is screaming at me that they aren’t in the slightest bit pleasant. So, allowing myself to remember them naturally as the block slowly fades, seems to be the best way. By the time I’ve finally made the decision about my memories I realise, that it took me longer than I thought it would to sort through that mess but as the house comes back into view I feel lighter, like a weight has been lifted. I haven’t dealt with any of the other stuff floating around in the abyss that is my mind but at least I have sorted through the main thing. I have time to sort the rest out.
I jog through the kitchen grabbing a water bottle on the way past and make my way down to the gym in the basement. I can already hear the guys working out as I descend the steps and I can’t help the sigh of appreciation that escapes me when my eyes land on my guys. All of them are shirtless and oh so deliciously gorgeous. I force myself to stay on task and not get distracted by my guy’s yumminess. It isn’t an easy task to accomplish but I manage it. I call out a quick greeting to each of them, not wanting to interrupt their workouts, as I make my way over to one of the punching bags set up in the back corner.
I shake out my muscles, loosening them up before taking up my fighting stance and running through several different combinations, deciding to throw in a few kicks too. I feel my chaotic thoughts settle and a calmness descends over me the longer I run through the familiar combinations. Fighting has always been my escape and ironically enough my calm too. Hey, I never claimed to be normal. Once I’ve finished the last combination, I step back breathing heavily, with sweat beading on my skin.
“You’ve got excellent form Beautiful, who taught you?” Kai compliments.
“Thank you, John Abrams taught me.” I smile fondly but my smile immediately drops when I see Kai’s suddenly pale face.
“What’s up dude?” Jax asks as he and the others reach us.
“Sage was trained by motherfucking John Abrams,” he rushes out, “isn’t that one of the aliases for Cain Patrick?”
“Shit!” Levi curses running a hand through his hair.
“What’s going on?” I ask my eyes darting between them all. I prepare myself for even more shitastic news.
Mav’s phone is suddenly thrust into my face.
“Is this your trainer?” he asks.
“Yep.” I say popping the ‘p’ because everything is so damn serious.
“He’s an assassin, no one has even got close enough to him to get a good look at him, let alone arrest him. This is the only photo we have.” Jax explains.
I blink.
“Well that just fucking figures. I’ve been kidnapped, unknowingly dated a guy who sells drugs and guns and is part of some crime organisation or mafia or what-the-fuck-ever. So sure, let’s throw in my trainer, who by the way was kinder to me than anyone else in my life and has been my trainer since I was nine, sure let’s throw him into the mix of my fucked-up life as a motherfucking assassin.” I breathe deeply and run my hand through my hair, “it’s got to be all connected somehow.” I say harshly.
Levi pulls me into his side, kissing me lightly on my temple. His touch immediately starts to smooth over my frayed nerves giving me comfort.
“I’m sorry Darling, we’ll figure it out.” He promises.
“I want to help; I don’t want to be left in the dark.” I state.
“Are you sure Little Star?” Jax asks.
“I need to, I can’t let all of you do it. I need to be with you all and able to help if something happens.” I would be a complete and utter mess if I knew they were on this dangerous assignment and I wasn’t with them. I would be in a constant state of panic. I know I have the skills to help, so I know I wouldn’t be getting in the way if I did join them. I also feel like this is kind of my responsibility and I need to fix it. I need to stop Brent before he hurts anyone else. “Besides it’s not like I’m helpless.” I chuckle.
Understanding flashes through Maverick’s eyes as he grabs my hand and tugs me towards him. My hands land on his bare chest and the sparks ignite, despite the seriousness of the conversation. My eyes land on his lips and I can’t help but wonder what they would feel like against mine.
Before he can open his mouth to say whatever it was that he pulled me over here for, I raise up onto my tiptoes, my hands sliding up his wide shoulders to tangle in his sandy blond hair. His hair is only just long enough for me to get enough of a grip on, to tug him down towards me. I love the flash of surprise that sparks in his green eyes before it’s consumed by desire as my intent becomes clear to him.
My lips crash against his, unable to stand even the sliver of space still between us. As if reading my mind Mav hoists me up, causing my legs to, instinctively wrap around his waist, as his big hands palm my ass. He nips my bottom lip causing a gasp to escape me and giving him the opportunity to plunge his tongue into my mouth, our tongues dance slow and sensually. The sparks are dancing across my skin adding to the sensations Maverick is creating in my body. He nips my lip one last time, soothing theslight sting with his tongue before pulling back and giving me a blinding smile. I slide deliciously slowly down his muscular body. He gives me one more light peck before stepping back.
“I’ve got to stop Titch; I don’t think you’re ready for me to carry on.” He smirks at me as my cheeks heat.
I suddenly remember the other guys were around and glance behind me worriedly. They had all given us some privacy but are now making their way back towards us, smirks on their faces and heat smouldering in their eyes.
Holy hotness.
“Damn Beautiful that was hot!” Kai winks at me causing my blush to deepen. “My turn next though.” He adds smiling wickedly at me.
Jax leans over and punches him in the arm while Levi smacks the back of his head.
“You’re embarrassing her.” Jax chastises.
