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“Just get the fuck in, Cain, and hold me,” I demand.
He slowly slides onto the bed next to me, and I shuffle so we can both fit, cuddling into him as he wraps his arm under me. My head moves to the nook of his neck and shoulder as he holds me tight. I drape my leg over his like I used to when we were in one of our beds back at the apartments. Sure, this is a small-as-fuck single bed, but right now, he’s giving me the comfort I crave, and I love him for it.
His hand lightly caresses my arm resting on his chest, his fingers trailing light strokes up and down my skin, sending goose bumps everywhere and making me feel more alive than I have in the last three weeks.
I know now that this is where I’m meant to be.
Yes, I realize Cain has issues.
Yes, I know we have things we need to work out.
But in his arms is where I’m supposed to be.
The rest we can work out. I’m sure of it now.
“Cain,” I murmur.
“Mmm…” he whispers back.
“Don’t ever let me go.”
He leans in, kissing the top of my hair, the sensation sending a warmth right through me, letting me know he’s in this with me. “Never.”
CHAPTER TEN
MAKAYLIE
The Next Day
Cain keeps his arm wrapped around me the entire way to his apartment. He wants me to stay with him so he can keep an eye on me after the doctors told him that I needed to be watched for the aftereffects of a concussion.
Honestly, besides a raging headache and a sore head and neck, I’m fine.
Well, that and apart from every time I close my eyes, I see a set of ominous onyx ones hovering over the top of me. But hopefully, that will ease with time. At least the guy didn’t succeed, so I have to keep remembering and be thankful for that. Although, I should probably report it to the police. But Cain seems to think that his friend, Trap, will have taken care of that part of it for me, so I guess I don’t have to be concerned.
We arrive at his apartment, and he leans in, pressing his lips to my temple as I weakly smile. He unlocks the door, and we hear a loud discussion coming from the living room. I glance at Cain, who rolls his eyes as he walks in further.
“No, seriously, you can’t take a name like Iron Rod and call yourself that. It’s got to be a trademark violation or something, right?” Joey asks, sitting next to Rodberg in her pajamas as he sits in his white briefs, and they look cozy as fuck.
I let out a small, bemused laugh.
“No, because I made it up. No one has laid claim to it but me. But you are right. I need to trademark that shit before some fucker gets hold of it. Joey, you’re a genius, a fucking genius. Wanna make this official and take Iron Rod for a spin? Jack the hammer? Turn the handle? Cock the pistol? You know you wanna.”
I roll my eyes as Joey bursts out laughing and slaps him on the shoulder. “Tempting, real tempting, but I’m more of aThorgirl, maybe evenHawkeye, not much forIron Man, he’s too… I dunno, cocky?” she teases, and he brings his hand to his chest, faking having a heart attack as he falls back onto the sofa.
“If you two are done playing house, we have some real business to discuss,” Cain says, breaking their laughter as they both turn to us, their faces falling.
Joey looks at me, raising her brow, taking in my disheveled look. “Wow, killer bed head, you got going on there.”
Wincing, I shake my head. “Not bed hair.”
We step in toward them, and suddenly, overwhelming heat flames my body, riddling my skin with a fine mist of sweat. So I move to take off my coat, and as I do, Joey’s eyes bug out of her head as she takes in the blood splatters all down my white dress.
She gasps as she stands abruptly, racing toward me. “What the fuck? Kaylie, is that blood?” She yanks at my dress, pulling it up slightly to assess the stains.
Sniffling, I nod as Cain wraps his arm around me protectively. Her eyes harden as her jaw clenches, and she turns toward Cain. “What. Did. You. Do?” she sneers out through gritted teeth. Her body stiffens as her lip turns up. She launches at Cain, her hands gripping onto his jacket as she pushes him, ripping him from me, and he takes a step back with the force of her.
A low growl erupts from his chest as he grabs her arms, pulls them from his jacket, then pins them to her sides as she starts to thrash about, trying to slap at him. Rodberg stands and walks over, grabbing her around her tiny waist and hauling her back against his front, yanking her away from Cain violently as she screams at him incoherently. The sounds of violence cause me to close my eyes, trying to fight back the tears that remind me of the terror of last night.
