Chapter 23 - Simon
Marlen and Bardil have been thrown into the deep end of this mess. I was relieved when I called them to ask for help, and neither of them hesitated to say yes.
I got a notification the moment my car was in an accident. I knew instantly that they’d come after Blair, and I knew instantly it was the Marcas family. Actually, I thought it was Jaco. I thought he was going to take out all of his anger toward me on her. I had no idea what to expect, but I expected the worst, and it terrified me. The thought of losing her broke me, and I had to use every ounce of my willpower to stay focused on rescuing her instead of fearing the worst.
Acting fast, I pulled my men together and immediately started tracking her phone.
It didn’t take me long to find her, and thankfully, it didn’t take me long to get to her.] They had her in their warehouse near the docks.
Those assholes had her tied to a fucking chair in a fucking basement. My blood boils at the thought of it. In a different situation, I might have torn them apart when I found her, but as soon as I saw her, she was the only thing that mattered.
The sight of her calmed me, and I knew my brothers would handle the politics. All I had to do was get her out of there.
Thank fuck I got there before Jaco did. He’s the real monster in this story, and I don’t think she would have been safe from the moment he walked into that basement.Don’t think about it, Simon. She’s with you. She’s in your arms.
We arrive at home, and I haven’t let her go once since I rescued her from that place.
And Blair hasn’t let me go. She’s been holding onto me like I am her entire world.
It’s strange how in the past I would be fuming and wanting revenge. I’d have wanted to go back there and take down the entire warehouse. But it simply doesn’t matter. She is the only thing that matters to me. And I have her. I have her right with me.
I carry her into the house, still not willing to let her go.
In the foyer, I let her slide to her feet and stand in front of me.
“Did they…” I can barely say the words. “Did theyhurtyou, Blair?”
She shakes her head, knotting her brows. “My ribs feel bruised from the crash. But his family didn’t hurt me. I don’t think it’s what they planned.”
“Maybe not them. Jaco is a different story, though. I’m relieved I reached you before he arrived,” I sigh, brushing my finger across her cheek to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
“Are you okay, though? I can’t imagine how scared you must have been,” I mutter.
She shakes her head, tilting her face up toward mine.
“I promise you, Simon, I’m really okay. I think… I think I actually made a difference,” she muses quietly.
“A difference with what?” I ask, confused.
“I showed them the video that Talia and I took of Lindsey, where she spoke about what Jaco was doing to her, how he treated her. I watched their faces, and it was obvious that noneof them had any idea it was going on. I think they were shocked,” she explains.
“What did they say?” I ask, shocked myself.She’s so brilliant. I can’t believe she thought to do that.
“Not much. A few seconds later, you broke the door down, and all I could think about was how happy I was to see you.” Her voice shakes for a moment. As brave a face as she puts on, I know it was a terrible experience for her. I know she must have been scared.
I wrap my arms tightly around her waist and pull her right up against my chest.
Her clothes are splattered with blood from the car accident, and from what they did to the guard and the driver. Even her skin is speckled with blood over her face.
“Come with me, let’s get you in the shower,” I whisper, picking her up again.
I carry her to the bathroom and turn on the shower.
While steam fills the air, I slowly undress her, removing each piece of her clothing as though I am unwrapping something delicate and perfect. My eyes roam her body, and my fingers brush her skin. Every piece of her is pure perfection. Every curve of her body turns me on and makes me feel like the luckiest man in the world to have her. Blair watches me as I study her and bites gently at her lower lip.
She raises her hands and starts to undo my shirt buttons, and I smile. “You’re the one showering, not me,” I muse.
“I don’t want to be alone,” she whispers. “Not even in the shower.” The invite is obviously and it makes my cock, already half hard, throb to immediate attention.
