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I was there when she crumbled, catching her right at the last second, just before her body hit the concrete. I sat there on the ground, holding her unconscious in my arms, rocking her gently, and kissing her pale face until she came back to me.
“Wake up, Baby, please. I’m here.” I whispered, swiping her hair away from her face. “No one will ever hurt you again. Come back to me, Baby.”
Slowly, Jamie opened her eyes, and I picked her up and took her to the car. I placed her into the passenger’s seat and buckled her in before stepping behind the wheel and driving her straight to our hotel.
While she was out, I had instructed Jimmy and Mike to stay behind and pull the truth from that fucker. Jamie would eventually want answers, and when she did, I’d have them ready for her. There was no way I would allow her to ever deal with that sorry excuse of a human being ever again.
My men would force it out of him if he held back, and if he didn’t break, they had carte blanche to break him and dispose of the remains once they had what we needed. Either way, he didn’t get to live. That fucker was a waste of space and oxygen.
Why, who, and where. That was probably all she would need to know once she was ready for the truth.
Never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined that that was what awaited us. Jamie’s reaction was warranted, and I couldn’t help but wonder if she had endured that kind of abuse her whole life and if there was more I still didn’t know.
Family was a pillar in my life, the absolute best thing in this world. I’d die for mine, as well as kill. In a fucking heartbeat.
Meaning that witnessing that fucker mistreat my woman messed with me in the most primal of ways.
We had been in our room for over half an hour and Jamie was still in the same position – sitting in the middle of the bed, her shaking arms hugging her knees to her chest while her skin was soaking in tears.
I gave her the space I thought she needed to process the information, deciding not to speak or ask her anything for the time being.
There were a million and one fucking questions running through my mind, but I knew now wasn’t the time. Jamie was lost in the universe of her own thoughts, hardly blinking as the tears fell freely down her face.
I paced back and forth, trying to ease the wrath that coursed through my body, fighting the need to go back and finish that fucker off. The world would be a better place without him. But still, beating him to death was too good for him. He deserved a lifetime of torture and constant punishment for what he put this beautiful creature through.
Coming clean to Jamie was one of the hardest things I’d ever done in my life. There were so many things that could have gone wrong. My life was most literally in her hands, and I could have dealt with any consequence of my actions. But worse than the risk of her going to the police, or even our enemies, was the possibility of her hating me. That would have been more lethal than anything else.
I had promised to control myself in her presence. Never show her the violence that tainted my life. But today I couldn’t help myself. The bloodlust was a fucking moving force that gripped me by the balls.
I craved that fucker’s screams. I fed off of each gasp for air. I wanted nothing more than to drain the life out of him slowly and painfully.
I couldn’t bear listening to that mother fucker abusing my woman. I couldn’t bear seeing her suffer. And I was the one who pushed her into it again.
Guilt was running through my veins like a fucking poison.
I couldn’t come close to imagining what Jamie had gone through her whole life. Now I finally understood why her job at AD and her life in New York were so precious to her. It meant being away from her old life, being free from a lifetime of abuse, inflicted by the person who should love her the most in this fucked up world. That was what AD meant to her.
And to think I had almost fucked that up for her.
There was no way I was allowing anyone to ever hurt her again.
I stopped pacing, noticing that the room had suddenly gone silent. Her small cries had quieted, her breathing had finally evened out.
Jamie had stopped crying and her body was steady, no more shaking. Her expression was still pained, her normal light dimmed down to overcast shadows. There was something in her eyes that resembled hope or closure, I couldn’t be sure.
I calmly walked towards the bed, sitting on the edge.
“Jamie,” I called, cupping her cheek until she was looking into my eyes.
“I’m okay.” She said with a small voice.
“Are you sure? You can talk to me. I’m here for you.” I assured her. There was no place on Earth I’d rather be than right here, trying to mend the broken pieces of an angel.
“Liam, I didn’t want you to find out like this. I’m sorry.”
“There’s nothing to be sorry about. Why are you apologizing for something you didn’t do?”
“I was weak, Liam. I know that. I never did anything to stop it. I just let him do that to me every single day and never fought back. I’m not the strong person you thought I was. I’m a fraud. You need someone strong, someone who can stand their ground in your world.”
