Kisses and Warfare

I hold the phone up, smiling, then bring it back to my ear. “Tell me where you are, and I won’t remove anything from her body. Well, hang on let me rephrase that, I won’t, but Reap might,” I say. Cane knows what kind of stuff Marcus does.

“Fuck you.”

I wait, because is anything really worth the life of your child?Chapter Twenty-SixKatHe walks over, and his hand slaps me across the face hard, making it sting. My mouth is instantly filled with the metallic tang of blood. My hands are tied behind my back as I’m pushed against the wall. He holds me to it with his body.

“I bet if I paid you, you’d suck my cock. Wouldn’t you?” He bites my neck, making imprints on my skin.

“Not if I was the last woman on fucking earth.” I’ve been telling myself to keep my mouth shut all day.

Do you think I listen to myself?

No.

Which in turn, makes my stomach hurt from where he hit me, and also my mouth bleed where he’s slapped me twice.

Asshole.

Bet he has a small penis to go along with his lack of respect for women.

When he breathes, he sounds as if he’s speaking through his nose. His voice is nasally, and there’s a definite whistle now and then. He’s disgusting.

“Oh, sweetheart, you tell lies. You want me, don’t you?” I feel his small cock pushing on me. Gross! I try to control my gag reflex, but I can’t help myself and start dry retching, which in turn makes him take a step back. “You little bitch,” he says.

The sound of bikes approaching can be heard, and they are coming on quickly. Cane grips my hair, pulling me forward. He walks behind me, holding my bound hands, to the front door. I see the lights of bikes pulling into the yard, and they momentarily blind me as we step outside. I hear the rustle of several men from behind me as they follow us out.

“Katarina,” Blaze says my name.

I feel instant relief hearing that, even if it’s a name I hate.

“Are you hurt?” he asks.

Cane pulls on the bands around my wrists.

“He’s slapped me around a few times,” I tell him. Cane hisses at me to shut up. “And tried to put his minute penis near me.”

“You’ll fucking die,” Blaze says.

“Daddy,” a girl says.

“Wow! If that’s your daughter, and you treat all women like you did me, she’s going to have major issues,” I tell him.

“Katarina,” Blaze says my name, and I know he wants me to shut up.

But all I can think is ‘fuck you!’ I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for Blaze.

“Maybe you should give her to her mommy and stay the fuck out of her life,” I tell Cane.

“Your girl has a mouth on her. Maybe it should be filled more often,” Cane says.

“Well, your cock’s too small for that, so you’re shit outta luck there.”

Cane pushes me, drops me to the ground, and that’s when I hear it. A shot. My tied hands become tense behind me, unable to move, as I hear a loud thump from behind me.

“I can take him,” I hear Marcus’s voice. “You have a few minutes, give or take,” he tells them.

I turn to see Cane, still alive but holding his leg where he’s been shot.

“My kid,” Cane yells.

His men don’t listen as they carry him to a car I never saw, and put him inside. I see the girl he’s talking about and look up to Blaze. “Let her go.”

He nods to Snow, then Blaze lowers his gun as the girl runs to her father. Hands touch my sides as Marcus helps me out, and when I stand, Blaze is in front of me, his hands roaming my body. I flinch when he gets to my stomach, and he lightly touches my lip where it’s bleeding. “I’m sorry,” he says. I know it’s the most genuine apology I’ve ever gotten from him.

“I need to get home,” I say as a shiver runs through me.

Blaze offers me his helmet, and I turn back to look at Marcus. Who would have thought Marcus would be the safer option, considering he plays with death for a living? “Can you take me?” I ask Marcus.

He nods, then looks to his brother, who I avoid eye contact with as I make my way to Marcus’s car and get in. My eyes stay down, even when he gets in. And even when I know a set of eyes are watching me, I don’t look up.

It’s not worth it.

None of it is.“Fuck, are you okay?” Rochelle rushes to me as soon as we pull up to my house.

“No, I am not okay. I need a shower so I can scrub myself,” I say with a shiver. I turn to Marcus. “Thanks for bringing me home.”