My tongue comes out to taste and my hand explores between her legs, needing something to get me through the next few hours. She doesn’t awaken, but her legs spread even more as she begins to moan. “I know, baby. I promise soon, my dirty girl. I’ll be back, sweet girl.” I whisper right before kissing her and sucking my fingers into my mouth. I must be crazy walking out of this house right now. Shaking my head, I shut the bedroom door once more as I grab my phone, dialing one of my guards. “Boss?”
“Torch, I have to run out. My Jewel is in the sanctuary. No one goes in and out. Should she come out, have Marvel feed her and make sure Anais is on her. Got it?”
“Yes Boss.” I don’t bother with goodbyes. I said what I had to say. Do I really need to tell a motherfucker I am done talking?
Driving in the back of the tank, I ponder what I am walking into. How bad is she going to look? Did all the players involved get dealt with? How the FUCK did she get made? Is the one thing I can't let loose. I hate to think it is someone on the inside, but shit. I have purposely kept her out of my clubs for this reason. If she feels froggy and has to let loose she knows she has to go four counties over and get hers. Either I have a breach in the underground or a leak up top, which would make sense considering she works at my law firm. Fuck. Looks like it's time to call the maids in. “Boss.” Click says as we pull up. Opening the door, I don't miss his cuss as he eyeballs me for getting out first. So now I’m a fucking timid cat? Fuck that shit. Walking into the clinic, I stop when I see her. I was not expecting it to be this bad. “Motherfuckers.” I yell, breaking a fucking monitor.
“Dario, I’m fine.” She tries to calm me. Funny how she looks the exact opposite. Her arm is broken, her lip is busted, she has two black eyes and I note that the doc has her ribs bandaged.
“Lola, tell me you at least got one off.”
“I did. I know Volt and Pyro got two of them, but there was a third. I managed to stick him, but he bounced me before I got to issue the whole dose. However, it was enough scopolamine to daze a bear. So he is either in someone’s hospital, or he faded out in the car. I don’t know what kind of car but if someone finds a man sleeping a few blocks from here, it's him.” see why she is my little sister.
“Good. I will have the scavengers out looking. Listen, I know you are going to argue but I am not trying to hear that shit. You are coming back with me until you heal.” three…two…one.
“No. Dario I am going home. I am not going to let these fucks send me running scared. Besides, didn’t you bring your woman home..”
“Enough! This is not up for negotiation.” Do I look like a fucking judge? “Doc, is she good to go?”
“As much as she can be. I recommend a follow-up in two days. She needs lots of rest.”
“No worries. The nurse should be there when we get back. Click, bring her.” turning, I walk out, knowing my orders will be carried no matter what. Once we are all in the car, I turn to Lola. “Your suite has remained the same. It’s on the opposite end of the house so don’t worry about me and the Queen. However, if you need me…”
“I know. Thank you.” I nod and sit back as my body begins to tick. See, this is the me that I wanted to keep hidden from her for quite some time. But unfortunately for my treasure, she is going to get it tonight. My body begins to pulse to its own rhythm, drowning in anger and seething in vengeance. Someone came for one of my own. I need retribution. My eyes begin to see colors as they drain of the light that was poking through. Now the blackness is dripping into view and I need an outlet. I need...her.
I am out of the tank before Click even unlocks the doors. I know I don't need to tell him to make sure Lola gets settled. I begin undressing as I walk up the stairs, already down to my bare chest and pants by the time I enter the room. Walking in I am not sure what I am going to find, but like the perfect Picasso, she is still in slumber, uncovered. I find myself pacing at the foot of the bed, my adrenaline jacked up to the highest peak right. I know that if she touches me, I might lose my shit. I need to be able to take her...my way. Walking over to my dresser, I open the chest that sits on top of it and pull out my platinum handcuffs. I admire them for a moment. I have had them for three years and have never used them. This rainbow diamond encrusted chest was always intended to be something used for me and my wife.