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"He didn't want to hurt you. He didn't want you to know that the person that birthed you, the one that was supposed to love you, was in all of this fucked up shit." He sighs.
"She knows about everything?" I ask.
I knew that she must have been heartless to leave two children behind, but to help or even just know about her two said children being taken, held against their will and her daughter being raped and doing nothing about it is a whole new level of bad. I've not had a child. I'm not a mother but surely, surely that can't be right. I know it's not.
"Everything," Liam says with a small nod of his head.
My eyes flit back and forth, unable to still themselves as I think over the situation I've found myself in.
I need comfort and at this moment, Liam is the one I want that comfort from. I shift across the sofa and plant myself on his lap. He seems momentarily stunned before he wraps his arms around me and buries his head in my hair.
"I know it's not the fairytale kind of love that you probably wish for but I do love you, Charlie. I'll never let anyone harm you ever again, I hope you know that." His promise and truth mean more to me now than anything ever has before - mainly because I believe him. Without saying a word, I curl up on his lap and snuggle up to his chest, listening to his heart beat for me.
Nine
Charlie
Assuming everything went to plan, we would be leaving tonight. I am going home. I did everything I could not to get my hopes up too high. It didn't go to plan last time, and there is nothing to say that it will now.
I wasn't sure if Gray had told Liam about the plan to leave. I hadn't, but I hope that he knows. I want him to come with us - to leave this hell hole and live a life away from the father that had controlled his every waking moment. I know he is on my side but that doesn't strictly mean that he is OK with me leaving, so I have stayed silent.
"I'm going to fucking kill them all one day," Liam roars as he slams the door open and walks into the apartment.
His hoodie is, as usual, stained with blood - whose I don't know. His body is recovering, and I can't see any obvious or new wounds on him, so I assume it's not his blood.
"What happened?" I ask as I pause the television to give him my full attention.
"They get off on beating the initiates. They killed one tonight," he tells me, his arms flailing around, signalling towards the door.
My heart sinks at the idea of someone being killed. Even if they weren't a good person by societies standards, that doesn't mean they deserve death. If the initiates here are anything like the ones that often join the Cobras, they're likely younger people trying to get away from a life they dread going home to.
I highly doubt it's the first time it's happened, but it is the first time he's come back and told me anything about his day. It seems our breakthrough really did mean honesty from here on out.
"Is there no way you can leave? Get out of this and get away from it all? If me and Gray found a way out, would you leave with us?"
"It's not as simple as that. If I left, he'd only find me again." He sighs as he takes a seat at the dining room table, his hands clasped together in front of him on the table as his eyes drift off in thought.
Unsure of how best to alleviate his stress, I do the one thing that I know I shamefully crave and he always wants. Touch.
I stand behind him and let my hands travel over his neck, his shoulders, and to his front. My hands wander over his chest as I press light kisses along his neck, feeling his muscles tense before relaxing under my touch.
"What are you doing?" he asks, his voice strained and thick with desire.
"I'm giving myself to you," I whisper into his ear.
"Willingly." I'm not sure if he's asking or stating a fact as he says the word, so I show him.
I move his hands from the table to his sides and straddle his lap, my hands on the back of his neck.
His eyes are dark - hungry as he looks into my eyes, as if looking for any sign of hesitation on my behalf. There is none. Some deep part of me feels endlessly guilty, as if I'm cheating on Victor and Crow, consensually giving myself to Liam without force, coercion, or physical violence forcing my hand, but the part of me that's at the forefront of my mind now wants him.
I want him.
I want to please him. I want to give him the part of me that he's not yet willingly had. I need to be his as much as I need to breathe.
I can feel his hardening length beneath me, his breaths harsh and uncertain as he watches my every move.
I run my hands through his thick hair as I trace my lips along his jaw and his neck, sucking on the delicate skin ever so slightly. My lips find his. He doesn't move or engage for a moment - and then the world ends and begins with us as he ravages my mouth, his tongue finding mine in a fiery battle of wills for dominance. His hands cling to my hips, the pain from his rough grasp on me setting my core alight above the hard length of his cock jutting towards me, jolting me skyward. His mouth doesn't leave mine, though he does end the hungry kiss, our breaths mingling and violent as he fists a hand in my hair and pulls my head from his.
