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“I’m going to get you some ice. Stay here, okay?”
She nods, wiping away her tears.
While I’m in the kitchen, Kenzo walks in, wiping his hands on his trousers. I hear a van drive up and know it’s the clean-up crew.
“Why are you down here?” he asks.
“Ice,” I reply, opening the freezer where there are prepared meals frozen for me.
Fuck. That sucks. Fuck! Nancy.
“She was a good woman. Lord knows why she stuck around you as long as she did.” I want to say it’s because I paid her well, but I don’t think it was the money that kept her here. She was simply loyal and wanted to do what she wanted, and that was to help me. “Would you like me to check Kalilah since you’re avoiding her?” Kenzo makes to go that way, but I stop him.
“No, stay and wait for the fucking doctor.”
He chuckles, knowing exactly what he’s doing as I walk past him and straight up the stairs and into my bedroom. I find her trying to sit up, but she grabs her stomach, clearly forgetting she was punched several times.
“Stop moving and lie down.”
Kalilah does as I say without a fight. I walk over and wrap the ice pack so it doesn’t freeze her skin, and then place it on her stomach.
“Do I make you uncomfortable?” she asks. “I didn’t mean to bring all this here. I tried to tell you to let me go, but you wouldn’t listen.”
“No, because you are mine. Why would I let you go?” I say the words without even thinking. Her brows raise, and she gets this weird look on her face like she isn’t sure if she likes what I said but kind of does. I’m starting to read her better.
“I’m no one’s,” she whispers.
“You aren’t his, but you are mine, Kalilah. The thing is, though, I won’t trap you.” I pause. “Only when you like it.” I wink.
“But you did trap me,” she says, shaking her head. “You made me come here, and you locked me in that room.”
“I couldn’t have you living in that shitbag motel anymore, and you were too stubborn to accept help. Besides, if I was trying to trap you, would I have let you use my car?”
“I don’t want to belong to anyone.”
A knock comes on the door, and I turn to see the doctor and Kenzo. The expression on Kenzo’s face tells me he heard everything.
“Would you all mind giving us some space to work on the young lady, please,” the doctor says. He has been with us for many years and is incredibly loyal. He pats my shoulder as I pass him on my way out of the room. “Shut the door, please.” Kalilah’s eyes stay locked on me as I do as the doctor asks. When I’m in the hallway with the door closed behind me, I see Kenzo standing there staring at me.
“You’re in love,” he says, a smirk teasing his lips.
“I am not,” I grumble.
“You are.” He chuckles and heads downstairs. I follow him all the way to the basement door.
“Do we kill him now, or…” he inquires.
“Later.” I smile cruelly.
The worst thing about death is you know it’s coming, but not when.
That asshole will not know.
And every time we go in to see him, he will think, Is this the time I die?
Not today, asshole.
You have some hell to pay first.
