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Quin makes his death an absolute blood bath and I know for sure I’ll need a long, hot bath. Lifting the axe, Quin swings, splitting Andler’s belly open. Intestines and other organs flop out and blood gushes out like a fountain. Andler screams and thrashes but before he can get too out of control, Quin buries the ax in his face.
My breath bursts from my lungs and my stomach rolls violently, but I swallow quickly so I won’t vomit. I can handle this.I can.
Shaking myself, I wipe the sweat that beaded on my forehead and turn to look at Quin. I’m not sure what he sees on my face, but he’s not coming over to me. What the hell? Why is my Daddy …?
Oh no. Does he think I’m afraid of him? For that? I mean, it was scary as fuck and fucking gross, but I would never be afraid of Quin.
I walk over to him quickly and throw my arms around him, squeezing as tightly as I can. Quin bends and grabs my thighs, picking me up off my feet and I wrap my legs around him. “Oh, baby boy. You’re so fucking brave. I can’t believe how brave. I’m so proud of you. So proud.”
“Thank you, Daddy,” I whisper, voice wavering and tears stinging my eyes. It’s over. It’s all over. No more nightmares, thinking someone will try to abduct me. No more looking over my shoulders, thinking Andler or Tom or someone they send will pop out of the shadows and succeed in drugging me. No more thinking someone will take me away from Quin. I’m free.
I’m not sure how long we stand there, but it’s long enough for the disgusting stench to make my stomach roll again. “Daddy? Can we go? I need to bleach my nose and take a bath.”
Chuckling into my neck, Quin nods, setting me down. “Let’s shower before we go. I know you’d rather do anything else, but we can wear some of this fucks clothes until we get back to the car.” He inclines his head to the grotesque body of Ander. “I’ll make sure everything is wiped down and nothing is left behind, but we can’t go anywhere like this.” Quin gestures down his body and I see what he means. He’s covered almost head to toe in blood. Since I jumped into his arms, I’m a mess as well.
“Andler’s clothes?”
“We can take his shit off as soon as we get to the car and toss it inside before we set the place on fire.”
I don’t like it, but it’s a great plan. We quickly wash up, getting off as much blood as possible. I wash Quin’s face and neck, getting the small specks that he missed. His hair was tied back, so none of the blood has gotten into his thick locs.
Quin finds some bleach under the kitchen sink and dumps it in the bathtub to get rid of any of our DNA that could be lurking around. I’m not sure which smells worse—the bleach or Andler. Stepping back into the living room, I decide it’s Andler that smells the worst.
After we get dressed in Andler’s shitty clothes, Quin takes my hand, and we walk out of the cabin. He reaches to pick up his gun, which I forgot I even went back for. “Glad we didn’t need this,” he quips, making me chuckle.
“Another fire?”
“Another fire. We’ll have to be careful though. Trees are a bit closer here. Don’t want to start a forest fire.”
“Of course not, Daddy.”
Getting back to the car, Quin drives us closer to the cabin, not caring about being seen anymore. Before Quin sets the place on fire, I change out of these awful clothes and hand them to Quin and put on my own, comfortable clothes. I don’t join Quin as he douses the body and the house, then sets it on fire. I don’t need to see that part. I know there’s no way Andler could have survived what Quin did to him. Thank God.
The fire springs up and something tight unfurls in my chest. The closing of this chapter releases all the tension I was carrying. I feel like I’m breathing easier and when Quin gets in the car, I pounce, kissing him hard and roaming my hands all over him. Between kisses, I murmur, “Thank you. Thank you.”
When the flames gets larger and we feel the heat through the windows, Quin pulls away from the cabin, letting the fire and the misery burn behind us. I don’t move my head from his arm the whole ride to our destination and Quin doesn’t ask me to. I’m right where I belong. Where I’m loved.
Chapter Twenty-One
Quin
Theridebacktothe hotel consisted of Red kissing me when I glanced over at him and trying to give me a shaky smile. He still looks pale—probably from my display of ferocity that I am not sorry about—but his eyes are clear and he’s not shrinking away from me. I still need to check on my boy. There’s no way he can go from not wanting to hold a gun to being okay with watching someone be eviscerated.
I find us a hotel room about an hour away from the cabin, close to where we were the first night here. Since he still looks a bit shaky, I got us a suite so I can give him a bath and he can relax a bit before we head home. Our trip to the West Coast was a lot to deal with.
We check in without incident and head up to our room in silence, though I keep Red’s hand in mine. He squeezes it every so often, looking at me with a gentle smile on his pale face. Once inside the room, I beeline to the bathroom to start his bath. After I check the temperature, I walk back to the bedroom where Red is standing, arms wrapped around himself in the middle of the room.
I undress my boy, getting him ready for a bath. When he’s naked before me, I pull on his hand and lead him into the bathroom. I help him into the tub and quickly remove my clothes. When I get in behind him, the tears start. They’re not terrible sobs, but he does sniffle a lot and the tears flow freely. Red pastes himself to my chest and I wrap my arms tightly around him, giving him the comfort he needs.
“You want to talk to me about what you feel?” He may not. Red may be feeling something that’s private, that’s just for him. I didn’t go through what he did. He needs time to process what’s going on in his head and his heart. I won’t hold it against him if he doesn’t want to talk. One thing about Red is he will talk, but only when he’s ready.
Surprisingly, he nods and leans back from me. His face is red and splotchy, eyes wet and puffy, but he’s never looked more beautiful. This is my Red. My beautiful, brave, sweet Red. Pulling in a deep breath, he wipes at his face and runs a hand through his hair, wetting it at tips. “It’s over, Quin. They can’t hurt anyone else.”
Reaching up to rub his cheek, I nod and my chest gets warm when he leans into my touch. “They can’t, baby boy. Because of you. You were so brave, so strong, getting away from them. You’re amazing, you know that?”
His smile is wobbly, but it’s still a smile. I pull him closer on my lap and Red lays his head on my shoulder, playing with the locs under his cheek. “Thank you. For … taking care of them for me. It means a lot. More than I can say.”
“Anything for you, baby boy.”
