by Forgy, M. N.
My mind drifts to wander, what are they doing right now?
Shaking my head of the rapid thoughts, my finger drifts across the white embroidery on the luscious comforter drowning the bed, as I head to the large window.
Rays of sun shine down on a red barn with the most beautiful horses I’ve ever seen prancing around; their heads held high.
I snarl at them; their noses in the air remind me of Veer.
I don’t want to ride a fucking horse. I want to ride a motorcycle, with Mac. I never got to ride with him come to think of it.
Tears fill my eyes at the sudden thought.
The door suddenly opens, and I swing around to see who it is.
A little old lady wearing a black and white uniform with white trim waddles in. Her curly hair lacing around the ruffled headpiece across her head.
“Oh good, I was hoping you were still awake. Here’s a change of clothes, my dear.” She sets down a silky baby blue pajama set on the end of the bed and wipes her sweaty palms on her maid’s outfit. “If you need anything else, just let me know.” Her thin lips press into a smile before her brows raise. “Oh, and I’m Miss Fowler.” She gives a quick bow and waddles out of the room.
She’s a handmaid, I had one until Dad fired her.
Sauntering to the bed, I unfold the top of the pajama set. It’s the perfect size and made of the most expensive silk I’ve seen in a long time.
Scoffing, I toss them on the floor and opt for Mac’s shirt I’m still wearing and the sweatpants. Climbing onto the bed, my hands and knees press into the expensive material as I squirm myself to the middle. The cut across my stomach pulls with my stretching, I can’t help but wince in reaction. I’m so tired. I’d do anything to hold Mac’s hand right now, to hear Catori cry from the other room. The silence of this place is deafening and making me insane.
Throwing the sheets and blankets over my head, I consume myself into complete darkness as I begin to cry again. A hint of mint has me pause my sobbing, the smell of Mac making my heart almost beat normal again. My wet lashes blink rapidly, and I grab the shirt I’m wearing and pull it to my nose. The smell of minty sweat smothers my pain for just a second before tears pour from my eyes.
Will I ever see the two people I love most again?
Chapter 27
Simone
“Miss?” A pudgy finger pokes me in the arm, waking me from an ocean of blankets and sheets. Untucking my arms from the material, I pat it down to find Miss Fowler looking at me from the edge of the bed. Her gray eyes wide as saucers, and brows lifted to her hairline.
“Yeah?” I croak.
“It’s time for supper. Veer has requested your presence, and to wear this.” She holds up a white and golden sequin dress, and my mouth drops. “He asked to meet him down in the dining room in ten minutes.”
“You gotta be fucking kidding me,” I scoff, sitting upright on the mattress. Miss Fowler scowls, turning around and laying the dress across a white accent chair in the corner. She must be team Veer.
Giving me a look over like I’m a thug, she leaves the room.
Hmm. Maybe Mac’s language has rubbed off on me a little.
My stomach growls, reminding me it’s been over a day since I last ate. I’d starve and die just to prove a point but there’s a sliver of hope that Mac will come to save me, so I shouldn’t give up too soon.
Throwing the blankets off me, I shuffle out of the bed and stretch. Gazing at the dress, I decide to look at it a little closer. Picking it up I can already tell it’s going to be itchy and uncomfortable.
I don’t miss wearing this kind of crap.
I drop it.
I’m not going to be told what to wear. The baby blue pajamas on the floor grab my attention though, and I smile. Those look comfy enough for dinner.
Pulling out of my wrinkled clothes, I dress in the pajamas. The silk is so soft and light it feels as if I’m wearing nothing but air.
Stepping out of my bedroom, I look down the hall, my hands braiding my hair down my shoulder as I look around. I’m not sure where the dining room is. Clinking of dishes downstairs causes my feet to head down the steps. My hand slides along the cool golden banister, my bare feet not making a sound on the thick carpet. It’s so white and clean, I wonder how many times they have to shampoo it.
This is definitely not a place for children. Catori would have this place in a frenzy in less than two hours. Butlers running for bottles, maids cleaning up puke and poop.
A smile breaks through my sorrow just thinking about it.
Rounding the staircase, a door next to it is open. Peeking inside, I see a large dining table with candlesticks lined down the middle. I guess I found the dining room.
Crossing my arms, I push my feet forward. The smell of meat and mashed potatoes making my mouth salivate. Inside the dining room, there are abstract paintings along the walls. A dining table that is the length of the room with high back chairs framing it covered in delicious looking rolls, salad, and fruit. Taking my seat at the far end of the table, my ass presses into the memory foam seat. I feel out of place being here, hell, I don’t even remember the last time I ate at a table.
“Ah, you –” Veer stops mid-sentence, his face contorting into anger. “What are you wearing?”
Biting back my smile, my eyes drop to the china on the table.
“Something comfortable,” I mutter with a light shrug. It pleases me to know he noticed my defiance.
He unbuttons his suit jacket, sighing as he takes his seat at the opposite end of the table.
“Have you seen my horses?”
I startle at the strange question, my eyes lining the table until meeting his black soulless irises.
“Some of the most thoroughbred horses in the states are on my land, and I’ve broken them all. I will break you too.” He points his fork at me threateningly. A rise in my body temperature has me shift under Veer’s intense stare.
“When the help brings you something I’ve requested you to wear, I expect you to wear it then. Those pajamas were for your nap, not dinner!” he snarls. “Have some damn respect.” His fist slams on the table, rattling the dishes, and I tense where I sit.
Sandpaper lines my throat, and I opt not to say another word for now.
In between the silent stares, two servers wearing white pantsuits rush inside the room with silver platters, placing them in front of each of us.
“Thanks,” I mumble, pulling the top off. Roasted lamb and mashed potatoes waft in a delicious steam in front of my face.
Grabbing the knife and fork to my right, I tear into the meat and begin eating. The meat literally melts in my mouth it’s so tender. Flavor bursting with every chew, I can’t get enough.
“Do you not say grace before you stuff your face like a pig with the bikers?” Veer asks hatefully, his voice echoing through the room.
Ignoring him, I bite into another chunk of meat. Ideally, I would set my silverware to the side, apologize, and say grace as my mother has raised me better, but the more I disgust Veer… the better.
“You will learn when I ask you a question, I expect an answer.” His voice laces around my throat and squeezes the independent woman defying him. Our eyes locking as I fight his attempt at making his idea of the perfect wife.
A tall woman wearing a black dress, sashays into the room, her long lashes fluttering at Veer. Her blonde straight hair curves at her sharp jawline and her pouty lips smile at Veer.
“I’ve got our best wine, Veer,” she informs, her voice thick and lustful.
“That’s my girl.” He grins, his teeth scraping across his fork. Goosebumps chill my skin at the sound of it, it’s one of my pet peeves.
Filling his crystal glass with blood colored wine, their eyes never break. They’re obviously screwing each other, why doesn’t he just marry her? Make both of our lives easier.
“Hers too.” Veer points to my glass. Looking at me, her face goes sour. Lifting the bottle away from Veer’s crystal, she heads my wa
y, filling my glass only halfway. Snatching it from the table, I take three huge gulps. The sweet red wine filling my mouth and causing it to pucker at the same time. My taste buds argue if it’s sweet or bitter.
When she leaves, I can’t help the sudden bravado bubbling within me, again. I’ve lost everything, what else do I have to lose saying what I think? Doing what I feel? I’d blame it on liquid courage, but surely it hasn’t had enough time to affect my thinking just yet.
“Why don’t you just marry her?” I ask, cutting into the lamb once more.
“She doesn’t have a last name worth anything, you and I together will change history and make a wealthy future.” His callous tone pisses me off. Sliding my tongue along my teeth, I stare him down. I can’t help but wonder how his parents raised him, how does a man like this sleep at night?
“So, it doesn’t matter if you like me or not, you just want—”
His loud sigh has me pause. Setting his fork down, he scowls down the table.
“I want your DNA. Your blood is worth a lot to our families and slapping the Walsh name on it is priceless. Who I fuck”—he waves his hand to where the wine girl just left—“is not your concern, I assure you.” Picking up his fork again he begins to eat like a prince on a throne. Small petite bites, little chews.
Mac ate sandwiches like they’d literally jump from his hand if he looked away. He ate like a man.
Wait a second. Did he just say he’s using me to make babies, and he will continue to screw whomever he wants? Well, the joke’s on him, I can’t have any more children.
“Yeah, that will never happen.” I purse my lips, shaking my head at his bizarre outlook on where this relationship is going.
His silverware drops on his plate, the clanking causing me to startle. My eyes bolt to his. His chair pushes back with haste, falling to the floor. Standing from his seat, he stomps my way.
Swallowing the food in my mouth, I casually look up at him, trying not to shrink into my seat from fear. He disgusts me on so many levels it’s easy to replace my terror with anger. His backwoods way of how a woman should act in a marriage fuels a side of me I’ve never felt before.
Hatred. Violence.
A vein throbbing in his neck has my eyes slide to his throat. I envision that little vein being slashed open and bleeding out with every pump of his heart.
His hand suddenly darts out, gripping my chin painfully. Wincing, I shift in my seat my toes curling into the floor to ease the bruising he casts upon my skin.
“You’re mine. You were mine when we were kids, you’re mine now, and always will be. You will do what ask when I ask it, and fuck when I want to fuck.”
“No,” I push out through flushed cheeks.
“No?” His head turns to the side.
“I wouldn’t touch you when we were kids, and I won’t now.” I remind him of when he tried to kiss me when we first met, and I kneed him in the balls.
Challenge sparks in his eyes, and my nostrils flare.
Bending down, his lips purse as if he’s going to force a kiss upon me. Blinking, a burning sensation drives through me. Possessed with rage and a broken heart, I clutch the fork in my hand, hold my breath and scream as I thrust the tongs of the fork right into the throbbing vein in his neck. His lips a hair’s length away from my own he freezes while I push the silver in as far as it will go, his body tensing. Blood trickles from the prongs of the fork, spilling onto my sleeve and soaking it into a design like one of the paintings on the wall.
“I’ll never kiss you,” I whisper, our eyes locked on one another.
He swallows, the look of shock coloring his face as he stumbles back. He jerks the fork out of his neck and blood spurts out all over his perfect carpet. He falls to the floor gasping, choking, and crawling for the doorway.
Situating myself back into my seat, my shaky hand reaches to the empty plate next to me. Grabbing a clean fork, I stab the last piece of lamb on my plate, chewing it while Veer gasps for his very last breath.
Someone watching might say I was in shock, or maybe I wasn’t. Maybe, I was determining my future for once as I finished my meal while my enemy bled out on the floor.
A bang shakes the walls of the mansion and staff screams, running through the dining room for shelter. I’m sure security is here to take me out for killing their king, so I take the moment to drink the last drop of my wine in my glass. Savoring the expensive taste before I’m kissed with death.
“Dear Lord, please watch over Catori and Mac. Keep them safe. Great Spirits watch over my family. When life fades, as the fading sunset, my spirit may come to you without shame.” I recite parts of the Great Spirit Prayer. I whisper every prayer, and to every higher power I know to keep the ones I love most safe while I’m gone. For the men about to come in and kill me will take that power away from me. I’ll never be able to protect them again.
One warm solid tear slips down my cheek, my hand shaking with the glass of wine.
Chapter 28
Simone
My eyes focus on the doorway over the top of my glass waiting for men dressed in suits and weapons to enter.
Instead what enters has my skin warm to an overheating temperature.
Mac and his men race into the room, guns raised, and I nearly choke on my wine.
My hands tremble uncontrollably, eyes filling with tears, the glass slips from my hand, bounces off the table, and shatters into a million pieces.
“Mac?” This can’t be real. Veer poisoned me, I’m seeing things.
“Pocahontas,” he breathes as if he’s been holding his breath since I left, his eyes taking in the gruesome scene.
I’m not dreaming. He’s real!
Jumping from my chair, it knocks back onto the floor. I step over Veer’s body and rush into Mac’s arms nearly knocking him over. Hard, warm arms wrap around me, pulling me into the smell of mint and leather. The scent comforting me into believing I’m going to be safe and I’m going to see my daughter again.
My fingers claw into his leather cut, pulling him closer, my face in the crook of his neck. I can’t feel him enough, smell him any more than I am, but I’m going to fucking try. My heart resumes beating, my body temperature warm instead of cold, I feel whole again having this man in my arms.
“You’re safe, baby,” he whispers in my ear, holding me tightly. Telling me exactly what I needed to hear since I left Vegas.
“Damn, what happened in here?” Machete asks, stepping past us.
Mac pushes me a step back, his eyes curious but I don’t want to talk about. The scene before them says everything.
“Where is Catori? Take me home, Mac,” I cry, ignoring their curious eyes. I’m not a murderer, a bad person. Veer made me into the monster I became, showing me what I’m fully capable of. “Take me to our little girl,” I whimper, my voice wavering with emotion.
His gaze sweeps from Veer’s body to mine, his lips more inviting than ever. I smash my mouth to his, my tongue taking in his taste of salt and beer. He kisses me back, his tongue massaging my own, his hands gently pressing against my cheeks as he deepens the moment.
“I’m taking you home, where you belong,” he whispers against my trembling lips. Opening my eyes, his pupils dilate as they set on the cut on my face where Veer hit me.
“What the—”
I turn my head away from him.
“I took care of it,” I mutter, hurt and anguish painting my voice a color I don’t recognize. Everything that has happened here I just want to forget. None of it matters, I just want my daughter now.
“Let’s get you out of here, baby.”
I nod, so ready to escape this place.
“Um, you can’t ride out of here in that.” Machete points to my pajamas, and I remember there are blood stains all over it.
Holding my arms out, the baby blue pajamas something from a horror movie.
“I um- I have something I can change into.” I remember the dress upstairs. It’s over the top, but it doesn’t have blood
spilled all over it.
Machete bends at the knee, inspecting Veer’s body a little closer.
Eyes fluttering, my fingers trembling as I recall my loss of control. I killed someone. I took a life with my own hands. I’ve never been a violent person, but something dark raced through my veins at that moment and I did what I had to do. As a mother, and as a woman.
I’ll never be a doormat to such a vile man.
“Go change, and Machete and I will take care of this.” Mac kisses my cheek, but my fingers refuse to let him go. I don’t want to leave him, he just got here.
“Go with her, I got this, brother.” Felix pats Mac’s shoulder. Felix is such a good-looking man, his man bun, and large biceps, a kryptonite for any single woman. Alessandra surely has her hands full with that.