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Now isn’t the time.
“Stand there and don’t move, pebble.” I move away from her and open the closet door. Fuck, she has a lot of shit. I’ll never be able to replace all this shit. Picking one dress, I walk over to her and help her get it on.
“Good choice.” She tries to smile but ends up wincing since it seems to hurt her to move her face at all.
“Don’t try to smile or move too fast, sweet pebble.” Fuck, I’m going to rip my father limb for limb if Queen hasn’t already killed him.
Picking her up, I carry her out of the bedroom. Her gasps and whimpers kill me. She’s in so much pain, and I’ve done nothing but fuck her. I’ll make it up to her once we are away from here and she’s safe.
The closer we get to the first floor, the louder the commotion is. “What’s going on?” I’m not sure if she notices it or not, but her lips touch my neck, and I almost drop her.
Why the fuck am I worried about getting my dick wet again?
Focus, you prick.
“Nothing for you to worry about, Crucinda. I’m taking care of the problem. You just keep your head in my neck and keep kissing my skin, pebble.”
Her soft chuckle is a balm to my soul. If she forgives me for everything I’ve done, it will be a damn miracle. With each step I take, the closer I am to making her mine. Mine forever if I have anything to say about it. Of course, it depends on if my pebble will have me.
* * *
Three days later
The first daywe tried to fly her out, her blood pressure dropped, and I almost lost her. Queenie swore he couldn’t move her until she stabilized. The problem was she was getting worse.
John stands there, waiting on us as we touch down from the chopper ride. It’s been hectic, but my father is in the cargo hold, bloody, and frankly, I don’t give a damn.
It’s imperative I get help for Crucinda. Sure, I’ve done my fair share of things to her. Things I shouldn’t have, but nothing this severe. Her breathing is labored, and she’s shaking in my arms.
“What the fuck?” John says, and behind him, I see Joey. My elation grows knowing he came, but he should be doing his part to keep this country free.
“What are you doing here, Joey?”
He shrugs and waves a piece of paper that I’m sure is his two-day pass. Those sharp crystalline eyes look at me, sizing me up, and the snarl on his face tells me everything I need to know. Joey isn’t going to let this go easily.
Holy fuck, this isn’t good.
I thought for sure Joey would be on my side of things. If he isn’t talking, that could only mean one thing. He disagrees with my decision to end our father’s life. Something that will happen only after Crucinda gets her licks in.
I carry Crucinda in my arms quickly into my home. “We need to get a doctor here immediately,” I tell John and Joey as Queenie throws the box I stuffed my father into down.
“What’s in the box?” Joey asks, hesitation in his tone.
Shit, yeah, he’s not happy.
“Father.” That’s all I say as I move us into the downstairs master bedroom.
“Crucinda?” Her eyes had started to open earlier, but they are closed now, and she’s so pale. “Pebble, come on, wake up.”
“No,” she croaks out, and I laugh.
“Don’t scare me like that.” I push her hair out of her face as Joey and John come into the room.
“Did you…” John asks, but he shakes his head like he has already answered his own question.
“I’ve got a friend who could help us. But why didn’t you go to the hospital?” Joey inquires, and I sigh.
“Because as soon as she’s better, I want her to beat the fuck out of Father to pay him back.”
