19
Ifeel a wetness slipping down my thigh, a warm, thick liquid that tickles as it rolls over my skin.
“You’re bleeding,” Lex grumbles, pulling out abruptly. I wince at the loss of him, dropping down onto the carpet, the pain a sudden onset that grips me and has my body alighting in raging flames. It was too much too soon, but even so, even with my nerves lit up like a live wire, I can’t find it in me to regret it. Not when Lex consumed me so thoroughly, not when the feel of him pressed against my body, buried so deep inside chased away the darkness and shadows that continued to plague me. When Lex comes back into the room he’s dressed in sweats, bare chested, and surprise, he doesn’t look happy.
His eyes narrow in on the blood streaming down my thigh but if he thinks I’m going to apologize for what I did, he can forget it. They’re all thinking I’m weak, broken, unable to understand what I’m doing but I haven’t seen anything as clear as I do now.
Alexander Silver was both my monster and my savior, but he wasn’t the villain in my story. Not yet at least, the villain, the evil, the darkness in my story was my own father. I knew this. Did I go about it the right way? No, but I don’t regret it. He doesn’t get to win. He doesn’t get toownme in this way. I don’t belong to him.I belong to me. Lex likes to believe I belong to him and whilst he has my heart and my body, I am still me.
I will always be me.
Without saying a word, Lex kneels on the floor next to me, unwrapping the bandage from my leg, slowly, as if afraid of what he is going to see on the other side. I wasn’t afraid. It was a start of getting my revenge.
He did this to me but it won’t break me.
But I’ll break him.
He’s underestimated me.
And that was his second mistake. The first being crossing Alexander in the first place.
My thigh is a mess. The skin raw, open and weeping clear liquid along with the blood, oozing from my flesh like a leaky tap.
“You ever do something like this again,” Lex growls, his teeth grinding, the threat left hanging in the air between us.
I roll my eyes, gritting my teeth as he starts to clean up the wound with alcohol. The breath hisses through my teeth as he swipes across the open wound, cleaning away the blood.
“I’m serious Wren,” He pins me with a look so icy, my heart stutters.
“I understand.”
His eyes narrow but ultimately, he says nothing and continues to clean me up before wrapping the wound in a new gauze and shoving painkillers and antibiotics into my hand.
“Come downstairs,” he orders, “Eat with me.”
I nod and watch him leave, dragging my naked ass from the floor in search of clothes and brushing my teeth. When I’m dressed in loose fitting pants and a sweater, my hair tied in a knot atop my head, I take the stairs and step into the hall, greeted by a mass of huge bodies, guns strapped to their hips, poised, ready, lethal. They each nod their head at me as I pass them, watching in a way that feels protective, like they’re ready to leap in front of a bullet for me. It freaks me the fuck out.
When I turn into the kitchen, I don’t find Lex but I do find Ryker.
“Gruff!”
His eyes widen before settling back down, a small tilt of his lips giving away his pleasure at seeing me. I knew he liked me. The burly fucker.
“Wren,” he nods.
“Oh, don’t be so serious, Gruff, we’re alive.”
“Barely,” he grumbles.
“Oh, shh,” I pout, heading for the coffee machine, “Where’s Lex?”
“Dealing with shit.”
I cock a brow, “Care to elaborate?”
“Not particularly.”
I make my coffee and sit opposite him, cocking my head as I take in the tiredness in his face, the dark shadows beneath his eyes and the downward turn of his mouth. I mean the guy had a face of stone but this was more.