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“I’m sorry baby. I am. I get it because you are right, I would be pissed and do anything to change it. But the thing is, the minute they know where you are, they are going to try to take you from me and then we will be at war and that is not good for you and our son.'' He rubs my belly when he says it and it melts me a little bit. “I know how much your sisters mean to you, and I am trying to fix it. To make it so that you can have it all. I just need a little more time. Please just trust me baby. Please.” I don’t know if I can do it, but right now, with his eyes pleading with me to give him this, I agree and kiss him before laying on him once again. We can have this moment, at least.
THIRTEEN
JAKUB
Jesus. Vengeance is surging through my veins right now and if she wasn’t in my arms waiting on the doctor, I would probably be breaking everything in my path. She is still shaking in my lap and with every shiver of her body I want to slice a piece of him up. Huh. That sounds fun actually. “Sir.” I look up and see Morris is holding the door open so we can get out. I know I could put her down and let her walk, but right now I need her in my arms, against me, calming me because no matter what she says, they should have been on her like glue.
“Oh, my goodness, is she okay?” I hear my mom from the kitchen as we walk in. I move into the living room not ready to put her down. As soon as I sit on the couch my mom is pulling her into a hug. “Are you ok sweet girl?” she kisses her cheek and looks her over.
“I am better. I just can’t believe it happened; you know?”
“Did the police come and take him to jail?” she asks me. I look her in her eyes, so she knows not to ask dumb fucking questions.
“Jakub?” Chiara says my name in question, mimicking my mom’s. I know she heard what I said in the car, so she knows he is not with the police. I think she is asking me if I am going to tell my mom the truth, but I shouldn’t have to. She knows her son.
“It’s ok darling. He is upset and rightfully so. I bet you want to shower, don’t you?”
“Actually, I would love to get the feel of his hands on me off my skin.” Shit. Flashes of red blind me at her words. I am surrounded by nothing but darkness, time being lost then I feel softness on my face.
“Jakub. Please.” I blink a few times and look down. That is when I feel how much tighter my grip has gotten. My jaw hurts from grinding it. “Babe look at me.” She touches my face and forces me to be here with her. “I am fine now. I just want to shower right now. Can I do that?” she asks me, her voice soft while she tries to calm the beast.
“I know I need to let you, but damn baby, I am not sure I can let you go.” I can only be honest at this moment.
“Then don’t, Jakub. Come with me.” I look at her beautiful face, trying so hard to be brave and calm for me and I can’t stop myself from kissing her, reminding myself she is safe in my arms. I stand and walk toward the stairs and bedroom.
I walk us into the bathroom and let her legs fall to the floor. By compulsion and a need to be the one to take care of her, I undress her, kissing her chest and nipples. As her ripped shirt is thrown to the floor, I can see how red her tits are from his touch and I turn from her with my fist to my mouth. I want to rip his fucking balls off one at a time after breaking each of the fingers that have touched her.
On my knees, I pull the rest of her clothes down, bringing her panties with them. I kiss her stomach, the small pouch of her womanly curve that I know my son is growing in right now. “Jakub,” she says my name so softly and strokes my head. I lean into her touch, putting my head on her chest.
“Fuck baby. When I got the call, I thought I was going to die. The idea of another man looking at you is too much. Knowing he touched you and was trying to...” I get choked up and can’t finish.
“I know, Jak. I was so scared. All I kept thinking was that I should have listened to you. When he touched me, I wanted to vomit. The idea of another man touching me makes me want to die.” She scores my flesh with her words making me more malleable.
