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“Where are you going?” I pant and he clasps my elbow, dragging a hand down his face.
“Nowhere apparently, considering I now have to tuck you in,” he replies and I protest but he won’t hear it. He wraps his arm around me, shushing me with a kiss and I feel like I just lost and he’s won. Again.
“You can’t blame me for trying to find out more about you,” I mutter and he shrugs as if he doesn’t blame me. “There’s so much secrecy surrounding you and I barely know anything. I feel like I’m grappling in the dark.”
Tensing, he murmurs, “There’s not much to know. I’m an only child, grew up with a single mother. As a teen I loved watching action flicks and sometimes still do, when I have the time. I was in a car accident at the age of twenty, flung out of my seat and landed on a farm fence.” He pulls up his sweater. “Still have the scar.”
I’ve been wondering about that scar but never asked. Touching it with my fingertips, I nod and maybe I should’ve asked earlier because his answer is strangely normal and it pacifies me. I choose not to question him on the meetings he has with strange looking men in his office and why they speak in an exotic language, deciding to leave that for later to avoid getting into any more trouble.
We walk hand in hand into our room and to my surprise, Derex crawls into bed with me. It really looks like he isn’t going anywhere, rolling on top of me and the moment he does, my body and flesh is willing to serve him.
It’s obvious he’s hiding something he’s prepared to do anything to cover up but my body doesn’t care, and my heart doesn’t cower in my chest but blooms when he breathes on me. I break out in goosebumps, whimpering and hurrying to pull down my underwear, gasping when the cold air hits me and Derex lets out a hard growl. “You’ve behaved very badly,” he whispers in my ear and I moan again, “now to please your male, you’ll let me ravage you like a savage.”
I pant into the pillow, writhing, “But you always do it like a savage.”
“You want another side of me?” He tilts my face for eye contact. “You could let me ravage you as something else.”
A gasp escapes me. “What would that be?” I ask, but he doesn’t respond and I clutch his shoulder. “Derex, what would that be?” My heart pounds frantically because I’m thinking he’ll say it but instead he just growls and plunges into me. I cry out from desire before throwing him a dazed glance.
His eyes flash. And they flash with something so dark, the stars and the moon stop glistening on the sky and I hold onto the bedpost while he thrusts, knowing that whatever it is that he’s so scared of telling me, I’ll still be his moonshine no matter what.
6.
Luna
Despite everything, despite the tenderness and reassurance he’s not hiding anything, I’m still determined to find out the truth which is why I decide to leave work early and do some snooping in his office. Shivers rip down my spine and my hand trembles on the knob but I close the door, walking over to his desk and audaciously rummage through his drawers. To my disappointment there’s absolutely nothing of importance.
Either he is telling truth, or he’s really good at covering up his tracks.
Pinching my lip, I google Derex Warg but nothing comes up. He’s a man who can’t be found like the rest of us and that’s definitely suspicious. Roaming around the room, my eyes land on the vast collection of knives by the window and once I asked him about it, but he just said he’s particular about how he cuts his meat.
What kind of meat, though. Animal or human?
Shuddering, I shake my head and walk over to his bookshelf. He’s got a ton of books about martial arts which don’t interest me but I find a leather-bound volume that does. Taking it out, I jolt at the symbol at the front, at the intertwined N and M.
I’ve seen that symbol before, right on Derex’s back...what the hell?
The title reads:The history of the Nordic Mafia-Origins and Legacy.
Flipping through it, I go woozy because I have no idea why Derex would have this book with pages upon pages of drawings of runes. The same runes Derex has inked on his body, same runes I’ve traced my fingertips over while thinking they were amazing pieces of art.
I gulp because this isn’t making any sense. Either he’s a hardcore fan of this underground league and obsessive in his fandom...or he’s one of them. Could it be true that my Derex is in the...mob? Jaw slacking, I stare at the desk, the place where I’ve seen Derex sit many times. The man who comes home to me every day, the man I share a bed with...I twitch when the front door opens and shove the book back in its place before hiding behind the shelf. The sound of Derex’s voice hits me like a wrecking ball because he shouldn’t be home at this time!
Freezing up when the men enter the office, I clamp a hand over my mouth to restrict my breaths. I recognize the voice of the other man and it belongs to the one, I saw at the subway. My knees go weak from anxiety when Derex stops in front of the shelf.
“Care for a drink, Hertz?” he asks and his tone is surprisingly pleasant. “I ordered this fine mead all the way from Greenland.”
“It doesn’t taste like crap then?” the other man grunts and Derex chuckles. There’s the sound of glass clinking and Derex declares,
“To ice and shadows.”
“To death and ruin,” Hertz replies and I hear them drinking. My fingers itch because I have a bad feeling about this. Derex is in an overly good mood, almost as if trying to cover up for something much more insidious brewing inside of him and my heart pounds because I hope he won’t try doing anything wild.
I need him to be okay. He’s my everything and even if he was the most evil man on the planet...I would still want him and I don’t care if it makes me bad. In the past I was always so picky about decency and benevolence but for Derex I’m willing to see through my fingers.
I’ve fallen for him without even fully knowing how. If he hadn’t jumped on that metro things would’ve been so different but he did...and my heart is still on that heavy rail, going faster and faster, wherever Derex wants to take it.
“Sit down,” Derex says, “make yourself comfortable. Min heim aer din heim,” he chuckles.
