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CHAPTERTWENTY-ONE
Freya
I lie awake, staring at the ceiling, wondering if Felix will be home soon.
He called before I came to bed.
“It’s over,” he said, his voice husky even over the phone. “He’s gone.”
“In prison?” I asked.
There was a pause, then he said, “No, I had to end him. He’d taken a woman hostage. He’s been forcing girls and little kids to cook meth under a bar. Apparently, it was well-known in the area, but he had so many cops on his payroll, nobody cared.”
“What a monster,” I whispered.
“Yeah.” Felix sighed. “I want to come and be with you, but there’s a lot to do here. We need to clean this place up and ensure these women and kids find their way home. We’re waiting on a friendly officer now, one we trust.”
“It’s okay,” I said softly, though I was aching for him. “I can wait.”
What were you going to say before?
I wanted to yell that down the phone, but something stopped me, maybe the thought he’d laugh and tell me he wasn’t going to say anything, at least nothing important, nothing that would change my life.
“I thought of you,” Felix said after a pause. “Before I pulled the trigger. I thought of what that bastard tried to make me do.”
“You did the right thing. He killed Julie’s dad. He would’ve killed Mom, me, and so many more people.”
Now, I roll over, the sheets tangling around me, sweaty and clinging. But they could be the cleanest, most luxurious sheets in the world, and I’d still find it difficult to relax.
Thinking of my man.
Rolling over again, I look at the digital clock, the numbers telling me it’s two AM. I’m sure I can hear Julie snoring next door and Mom across the hall, though both are probably in my sleepy imagination.
“Come home,” I whisper into the darkness. “Felix, come home.”
* * *
Somehow, sleep takes me.
When I wake, I wonder if this is a dream, the feeling of his breath against the back of my neck, his solid body pressing against me.
I turn over.
And there he is, my man, the lamplight shining in his hair, his eyes gleaming as he stares at me.
“I missed you so much,” he says, pulling me closer, his hand slipping around my waist and around to my ass, pleasure erupting the moment he begins to touch me. “I’m sorry it took so long.”
“You don’t have to apologize,” I whisper, conscious of mom and Julie in the following rooms.
He leans closer and kisses me on the lips. I throw myself into it with more passion than I’ve felt yet, my body burning as our mouths open and our tongues flare together.
“I want you so badly.”
He slides his hand from my ass, guiding me, so I’m on my back, his fingers slipping up my bare legs and to my underwear.
I whimper as he rubs over my panties softly, his eyes locked on me the whole time like nothing could make him look away.
“I want you,” he repeats. “But you need to know something first.”
