Inevitable (26 page)

‘I’m pleased you’ve shared with me, it doesn’t affect how I feel about you… you can’t feel guilty about enjoying watching him take control, when everything in your life was so out of your control. I’m sure most teenage lads would jerk off after watching something sexual… I believe it probably started you on your road to your various addictions. I’m not trying to belittle it; I just want you to place it away as part of your experiences in life. Life, that for me has turned you into this fantastic, beautiful man.’ His face remained impassive and I looked down briefly. ‘I like the fact you like to dominate, you know that…’ I raised my voice a bit. ‘In fact I remember being told your best piece of equipment to use, was your motorbike… and I’m still waiting.’ I let my face break out into a wide smile, as I stroked my fingertips down the stubble on his face. To my joy he smiled back, moving his hand from behind his head he stroked the fingertips up and down my spine. ‘Now did you mention food? I’m starving.’

We sat up in bed and devoured chicken and biscuits and fried okra, followed by pecan pie, all washed down with soda. I examined the biscuits, closely.

‘These aren’t biscuits, Nate,’ I informed him, as I held one up and turned it around in my hand.

‘Don’t start, Bella… I’m too fucking hungry to analyse everything.’

‘WHAT the hell are you dipping them in?’ I sat up in bed letting the sheet slide over and off my boobs. I knew he couldn’t argue with those beauties on display. ‘These are what we call scones and we eat them with jam and clotted cream… you’re dipping them in PORRIDGE?’

‘If you wanna talk, darlin… put ya tits away.’ I just laughed at him eating and having a conversation with my rack. ‘I’m wiping up sausage gravy… you English know nothing about how to eat food… now are we eating or are we fucking? Because you sure are a goddamn tempting sight.’

I purposefully sucked each finger into my mouth as he watched with an increasingly heated gaze. I stared as he finally snapped and cleared the rest of the food off the bed with one-handed sweep. I was pinned beneath him as he teased, tickled and joked with me, until eventually lust took over and we made love, and finally I fell asleep in his arms.

NATHAN

I
couldn’t take my eyes away from her rocking bod, she was half in and half out of the sheets, the beautiful globe of one of her tits was just peeking out from under part of the sheet. Her bare flesh shimmered in the small shards of light entering the room, over the dips in the top of the drapes, from where so many places had hooks missing. She reeled me in, even in her sleep. My fingers flexed, and then returned to pulling at the threads on the arms of the chair. I was doing anything to not let them have their way as I was itching to touch her again. My dick twitched at the thought of being inside her again. I threw another couple of Altoids into my mouth.

I would never grow fucking tired of looking at her. I turned my wrist cuffs around, in more of a habit than anything else. My tongue pushed the mints forward, they made a clicking noise as they hit the back of my teeth.

What was it about her?
I sure as hell didn’t know. Yeah, she was as hot as fuck, with tits to die for and with more attitude than even I had.

Perhaps that was it?
All of my adult life, and the later part of my teenage years, had been spent avoiding any sort of relationship. I was no fucking good at them, my track record was shit. My fucked up family life had taught me that, and the only people I needed in my life were my brothers, Ruby and my crew at the race track. Until I met her, until her fingers had touched me.

It had been one hell of an experience, being with her for a few fucking weeks six months ago. She had shown me everything I had never thought I wanted or needed. I hadn’t been a jealous fucker before I met her, but she brought out every fucking possessive trait I never knew even existed, especially not in a man-whore such as me.

When other men looked at her I wanted to show her off in my arms, but most of all I wanted to kill the asshats.

From the moment I met her, she was mine.

The past few minutes had seen her thrashing around the bed, as if she was reliving her past, I had soothed her by gently stroking her hair, then forced myself away from her and back to my seat in the corner.

Her deep calm breathing told me she was finally over the nightmare. I ran a hand through my hair and then clicked the knuckles of my fingers on both hands, by joining them together and flexing them forward. I stifled a yawn with the back of my hand.

I needed some sleep.

If I ever had the goddamn pleasure of meeting Ioan Antonescu, fucking gangster or not, I was going to tear him a new one.

It had been a weird night, even on my fucked up measuring scale. We had gone from hearing all of her disturbing story, to the best fucking sex I had ever had.

My phone started to vibrate with the recognisable sound of an incoming call. I stared at the bright screen in the bleak darkness of the scruffy room we were holed up in.

At fucking last!

‘Alex, it’s fucking late.’ I answered.

‘Bro… sorry, I know it’s shit timing.’

‘Yeah…hold on.’ I shifted myself off the faded and threadbare lounge chair, that was shoved into the corner of the small room,
deluxe my ass
. I padded my bare feet the couple of steps into the bathroom, and pushed the broken door over.

‘Go for it.’ I spoke quietly into the microphone and looked carefully around the edge of the door, to see if me speaking had disturbed her. It hadn’t and she peacefully slept on.

‘Well we’ve been watching them closely and the Antonescus are now on the move,’ he paused, allowing me to filter what he had just said.

‘Headed our way?’

‘That’s probable… and they seemed to have collected a couple of extra gorillas, to take on the ride.’

‘Do we have a problem?’

‘Nothing we can’t fucking handle… you’re about twenty-seven hours ahead… we’ll keep a close eye on their whereabouts and keep you up to date. How long do you think it’ll take before you two are back on the road?’ He questioned.

‘I haven’t even slept, yet.’

‘Got it!... I’m all ears, bro.’ I could hear the smile in his voice. I laughed at his tone. In this severely fucked up circumstance, it seemed a joke that we could find something to goddamn laugh at. We’d been through a lot, our family of four, but slowly one by one we seemed to be coming out the other side. I hoped to fucking God that this was now mine and Bella’s time.

No scratch that, this was going to be our time.

The one thing that Alex had been tasked with, as our dad had died from the injuries he sustained in the crash, was to look after Scott and me. God knows he had always done his best up to now and I trusted him with my fucking life, but Bella’s was another question. She was mine to look after. Not his, but mine.

‘I don’t know what you’re planning, Al… but I want in.’

‘Your job is to look after Bella. That’s it… completely fucking it!’ he started to raise the volume of his voice.

‘Your job… this week was supposed to be concentrating on your honeymoon… LOOK I’m fucking grateful, ya know I am, but I need in and you’re going to make that fucking happen. If this was Frankie’s life we were talking about…’ I heard an almost pained noise come from the other end of the phone and I could imagine the expression on his face.

‘Yeah… I get it… you’re in,’ he relinquished.

We spent a few minutes discussing what he had planned and by the time we’d finished I no longer needed sleep, I was fucking buzzing.

I had one more conversation to have before I woke her up.

The phone rang a few times. I doubted she would pick it up, and I was right. At last the phone went to answer machine. It was funny hearing my own answer machine at the penthouse, telling me I wasn’t available at the moment but to leave a message and I would get back to whoever was calling.

‘Candy, I’m not going to be back at the apartment for a couple of weeks… I did get your message… don’t worry I’ll be back for the doctor’s appointment on the twelfth… you know I’m going to support you, babe. Take care and I’ll be back after my next race. You know where I am if you need to call me.’

I clicked the end call button, threw another couple of Altoids into my mouth and stared at my reflection. It was of a good-looking dude, the sort of dude that women dreamed of having in their lives, but all I could see was a marred bastard in a dirty, mottled mirror.

I sent a quick text to Brock, my best mate, I needed his help. I stood in the room just long enough to receive his reply.

BELLA

T
he flimsy bathroom door did nothing to offer any privacy what so ever. I was so tired and the light coming into the room meant it could only be very early in the morning. I snuggled back down under the covers, the room was shabby but the bedding was clean and I was bloody grateful. I had one problem though, once switched on my brain needed to know what the hell was happening at all times, especially with us being pursued.

I latched onto the conversation Nate seemed to be having with Alex, but Nathan had always been a fidget and was probably turning around in circles due to the fact the room was too small to pace in, a smile broke my face as I thought about how he possibly looked now. He was definitely moving and he probably looked like a caged animal. The only trouble was, this meant I was only able to actually hear odd words and not a full conversation.

So they were on their way, I swallowed hard.

How the hell did they know which way we were travelling?

Mind you, once they worked out who I was with it would be easy to establish what direction we would be heading in. Nathan Blackmore, the superbike rider had a race on the 9
^th
of July, in California. It wasn’t that difficult to work out. Hopefully though, they wouldn’t choose the exact route we were on, surely that would delay them.

Why the hell hadn’t he slept yet?

My thoughts connected to the piece of information I had gleaned, as he begun to move around. I strained my hearing once again, but only connected with his muffled tones. I was straining so hard to hear, I even had to slow down my breathing to concentrate. For once he must have actually stood still, but it was still in the bloody wrong place for me to make out anything intelligible.

The next few words that I finally heard were so agonising that I stopped breathing completely. I had felt pain before. I had been physically hurt by Ioan, but this? The pain was so acute I placed my hand over my heart almost on instinct, somehow I had to stop it from breaking into pieces. I gripped the sheet as tight to my chest as possible. My other hand flew to my mouth as I clasped it shut, in order to stop myself screaming out loud. The pain was so visceral. Giving my heart to Nate after all we had been through, to then have him pierce through it with his deceit, was just too much.

The spaced out words didn’t give away a lot, but to me they were as clear as day.

“Candy, back, apartment, don’t worry, doctor’s appointment, support you, babe, I’ll be back, call me.”

No wonder he couldn’t sleep; it was the bloody guilt keeping him awake. I flung myself back down quickly as the bathroom door started to open.