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If she had asked, I would have given her anything she wanted.
Done anything she asked.
Rather than staying and working through her issues, she chose to discard everything we had built together and pursued her own path. That was something I couldn’t forgive. In the last three years, she endured a life filled with fear, constantly looking over her shoulder and fleeing from danger rather than seeking my support. Now, she’d lost everyone who ever meant anything to her. While it was true that I love my wife intensely, like the very air in my lungs, she had also been the source of my pain. Pain that she caused by running away.
“Largo, I need you to strip down to your underwear,” Montana ordered solemnly.
When her attention shifted towards me, I purposely refrained from giving her anything. I deliberately turned a blind eye to the shock and fear that I could clearly see in her eyes. My decision to avert my eyes from her was driven bymy desire to promptly put an end to this messy affair. Rather than succumbing to my emotions, I toughened my countenance, determined not to reveal any hint of what I was feeling.
She chose this course.
Now she was going to have to deal with the repercussions.
“Caleb?” Her voice quivered as her body trembled.
“Just do it,” I said harshly.
She flinched as if I slapped her before she slowly began to remove her clothes. I did my best to ignore the fact that she was semi-naked, so as not to seem bothered by it, but knowing my brothers were watching intently only served to anger me more. They were seeing what belonged to me. It was unnerving and pissing me off.
I especially tried not to react to the tears streaming down her face. Seeing her silently cry just about killed me. I hated it when she cried. All I wanted to do was hold her and make everything better.
“Face the cross, Largo,” I heard Montana command, his voice ringing in my ears.
Looking up, I stood rooted to my spot as she faced the St. Andrew’s cross. Arms and legs splayed wide, Montana slowly cuffed her to the cross, side-eyeing me. If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear the fucker was waiting for me to do or say something.
But when he went to unclasp her bra, I growled, “I’ll do that.”
With each step I took towards her, I couldn’t help but admire the perfection of her skin, taking in every inch of it. I knew how soft it was. How her body responded when I touched her. The sight of my brand on her shoulder blade made me pause as my heart instantly started pounding faster, like it had shifted into high gear.
Something inside me snapped, rushing to the surface.
No. This was wrong.
I couldn’t do this.
My anger towards her may have been overwhelming, but I couldn’t bear the thought of hurting my wife. There had to be another way. Anything but this.
In a display of my intense frustration, I shook my head, tightly balled my fist and let out a menacing growl. “I can’t do this.”
“Caleb,” her voice penetrated the furious haze consuming my body, “it’s okay.”
“No. No, it’s not.”
“Caleb, look at me.”
“I can’t.”
“Baby, come here.”
I didn’t know how I did it, but when I opened my eyes, I found myself staring into her beautiful brown eyes. So warm and loving, I wanted to spend the rest of my life looking at her.
“Kiss me.”
“What?”
“Just kiss me.”
I enveloped her face with my hands, drawing her close and kissing her with a fervor that mirrored the significance of our relationship. With every ounce of my being, I channeled my thoughts, feelings, and emotions into that passionate kiss, and when she finally yielded to me, I couldn’t contain myself any longer.
