Armored Hearts (The Town of Pearl 7)

He didn’t smile, smirk, or show any emotion. He simply released a sigh and began to wash her hair. He was hard and quiet. But as he massaged his fingers through her hair and lathered up the shampoo, she felt amazing. The smell of the lovely fragrance seemed to wipe away the bad smells.

“Oh god that feels so good.” She practically moaned and then heard Fisher clear his throat.

What she would do for a razor. But then she couldn’t exactly groom herself anyway and certainly she would not allow these men to see she more than likely needed grooming.

She gulped and Flynn told her to keep her eyes and mouth closed before he poured the cup of water over her hair. He did it a few more times, getting all the soap out, and her mind wondered.

Who were these men? How come Silas trusted them? How could they be protectors, bodyguards of some sort, yet be compassionate like this?

They looked so mean, showed little emotion, yet cared for her. Silas or Dmitri were probably paying them big time.

The thought made her feel like shit. That had to be it. Knowing a little bit about Dmitri Sanclare, the man knew how to get people to do whatever it was he wanted.

“Do you want to try and stand up on your own while Flynn holds the towel up?” Fisher asked as Flynn stood up and dried his hands on the towel.

“I’ll try.”

Flynn held the towel up and India attempted to sit up. She went to reach back to squeeze her hair and grunted.

“I’ll help you,” Fisher said.

“Close your eyes,” she told him.

“What?”

“You heard me. Close your eyes please,” she repeated.

“How the hell am I supposed to see where I’m reaching to help?”

“I’ll direct you. Go slowly,” she said and then he reached out and down.

But as he began to lift her up out of the water, she moaned and he opened his eyes and so did Flynn. Flynn wrapped her in the towel and set her feet down.

* * * *

Fisher didn’t know what to do. His eyes zeroed in on a huge pair of breasts, bruises and welts galore all the way to her groin and upper thighs. He prayed that India hadn’t been raped, but that wasn’t in the report he had gotten.

Flynn wrapped her up and Fisher gathered himself together and squeezed out her hair for her.

She looked so exhausted.

“I think we should get you warmed up and back to bed,” he told her.

“I need to take care of something first. Could you wait out there?” she asked.

He looked at Flynn, who was definitely concerned about leaving her, but the woman needed to use the toilet.

“You call out if you need us,” he said, and he and Flynn walked out of the room.

The moment the door closed, Fisher looked at Flynn.

“I hope Silas kills the fuckers who did that to her.”

“Me, too,” he replied, feeling too many emotions to analyze at the moment. Silas’s sister had one hell of a body on her. His entire thought about being professional went out the window the second he saw her body. India was exceptional. From her bright blue eyes and platinum hair, to her incredibly large breasts, she was perfection. His eyes never made it lower. His concern for her well-being ran precedence but there wasn’t a doubt in his mind that she was one sexy woman. He also couldn’t explain the sensations he had and an instant attraction to the woman.

But he had to remind himself of whom she was, why she was here, and the fact that some dick mobster messed her up to send a message to her friend. That really pissed him off. He heard India call out to say she was finished.

Fisher glanced at Flynn. Completely lost in thought, he’d actually forgotten that his friend was there. Flynn’s expression was blank.