His I love yous are like a lullaby lulling me into a restful sleep.
***
I’m woken in the morning by a soft knock I’m already familiar with. It’s Dr. White. As soon as I realize it’s her, I’m wide awake sitting straight up in bed, a smile lining my lips. “Please tell me you are here to let me know all my bloodwork is good and I can go home?”
Hero stirs beside me, probably from the excitement zinging through me.
“I did get your bloodwork back and you are very healthy and ready to go home.”
I sigh in relief at her words.
“But before I can release you, I need to talk to you about something I noticed when I was looking at your results.”
“What’s wrong?” Hero asks the question running through my head. He’s now sitting straight up, his eyes open wide, as he waits for her next words.
“Well, nothing is wrong...not really. It’s just that you are pregnant. Very early stages, but we were able to detect the hormone change in your blood already.”
I keep blinking as if to make sure I’m not imagining this. It takes a minute for what she just said to sink in. “Pregnant? Like a baby?” My words are shaky.
“Yes.” She chuckles. “Pregnant, as in you are having a baby. I know you’re young and you might be overwhelmed by all of this right now, but trust me, you are going to be fine.”
“Of course she’ll be fine.” Hero takes my small hand in both of his larger ones and makes me turn to him. “Elyse, you’ll be more than fine. You’ll be the best mother the world has ever seen, and I’ll try my fucking hardest to be the best father I can be. I’ll always take care of you and our baby. Always.”
Tears start to fall from my eyes. I can’t even come up with the words I want to describe this moment. My heart is so full of love, it might explode.
I smile. Of course Hero will take care of me and our baby.
I love him, and he loves me. After all we’ve been through, whatever happens from here on out, he’ll always be…
My hero.
Epilogue
3 Months Later
Hero
I cradled her small bump in my hands. I’d never considered becoming a father with my upbringing, but I had pushed all that aside, knowing I had to be whatever I could for Elyse and our unborn baby.
Since the moment we left the hospital, Elyse was in my care. She went to her classes, and Tasha eventually warmed up to me. I apologized to her for my behavior, and after seeing me take care of Elyse, she started to come around more often. In the end, she had the best interests for Elyse, but that didn’t mean I liked her snubbing her nose at me.
Elyse’s parents tried to contact her one more time after we got home from the hospital. I answered her phone and told them she was pregnant. He mom hung up and we haven't heard from them since. Hopefully, we won’t hear from them ever again.
I had refused to let Elyse go back to doing tutoring sessions. Her safety was my biggest priority, and I couldn’t have her sitting with some random guy in a room by herself for an hour, even more so now that she was pregnant.
I didn't think it was possible, but ever since I found out she was carrying our child, my obsession to keep her safe, keep them safe, has grown out of control. I’m even more possessive, terrified of someone hurting her, taking her. She doesn’t seem to mind, though—which is good. I cannot rein in those feelings, not after all she’s endured.
“Do you have any names you like?” Her voice sounds as sweet as honey.
I love hearing her talk. She could be reading the grocery list and I wouldn’t give a fuck. I just want to hear her talk. “If it’s a girl, I would like to name her Isabelle. That was my mother’s name.”
“Isabelle,” she repeats, like she’s trying it out. “I like it. What if it’s a boy?”
“How about Dragon Slayer?” I grin at her.
Elyse’s giggle fills the bedroom. “How about Isabelle if it’s a girl, and if it’s a boy, I pick a name. I hate to say it, but it’s not going to be anything even remotely close to Dragon Slayer.”
I nod. “That sounds good to me. Now, how about I go get you some ice cream?”
“I’m not in the mood for ice cream.”
“No? Pickles then? Wait, pickles and peanut butter again?” I’ve always thought people made up the myth of pregnant women having these crazy cravings. Turns out, they didn’t. Elyse has eaten some of the weirdest shit I have ever heard of.
“Nope, I’m in the mood for something else. You.” Her small body moves on top of mine, straddling me.
Fuck. My cock responds immediately, as if it’s in tune with every single word she says.
Until Elyse got pregnant, I wasn’t even aware of increased libido being a pregnancy symptom. But now, I’m very familiar with that symptom and all too happy to bend to her needs.
The grind of her sweet pussy against my rock-hard dick pulls me from my thoughts. Her pussy is always dripping with need, ready whenever I want her. If there weren’t any clothes between us, I would have already slipped deep inside her tight hole. I let her move like that for a short time, watching her through hooded eyes, her perky breasts spilling out of the top of her bra. She is beautiful, and I crave her body like it’s my next fucking hit.
Having had enough of this torture, I roll us over so she’s on her back.
She looks up at me with adoration and love.
God, my chest fucking tightens, my stomach knotting. I’ll never get over the way she looks at me. Like I’m her entire world or something…
Cupping her cheek, I lean into her, making sure I don’t squish her growing stomach. I make quick work of her sleep shorts and toss them over my shoulder behind me.
Her legs spread apart, giving me access to her glistening wet center. I groan, my eyes roaming over the sweet honey that drips from her tight entrance. I lift my gaze back up to her and see her nibbling on her bottom lip.
She looks like a little fucking siren—tempting and teasing me in the way only she can. “I love you,” she nearly whispers.
I pull away for a second to free myself of my shorts. “I love you too, baby. More than anything.” Using one arm, I hold my weight and fist my throbbing cock in my hand. My chest fills with air as I press my hips close to her center, my thickness sliding smoothly into her warm depths.
She moans out in pleasure, her cerulean blue eyes full of desire.
I still inside her for a moment, relishing in the way she tightens around me, the way her pussy claims me like it’s meant for me and only me. “You feel like heaven,” I hiss out, pulling out an inch before I thrust back in. My forehead rests against hers, and our pants of pleasure mingle together as I fuck her slowly. I claim her over and over again with each thrust.
She meets me thrust for thrust, her hips pushing up. “Hero,” my name falls from her lips like a plea.
I up my pace just a little more, my cock bottoming out inside her. With one hand on her hip to hold her in place, I swivel my hips just as I reach the back of her channel. The pierced tip of my cock hits her sweet spot every time. After a few more thrusts, her tiny nails are sink into my flesh as her breaths become ragged. Her pussy pulsates around me, strangling the ever-loving life out of me.
“Oh god...oh god…” she cries out.
I smile, pressing a hard kiss to her lips before I up my pace once more. I’m fucking her hard, but not hard enough.
Her eyes flutter open and stare into mine.
I’m barely holding myself together, the need to drive into her nearly overtaking me. “I need to fuck you harder, but I don’t want to hurt the baby…” This is something I’ve dealt with over the last three months. Feelings overtake me without warning and make me feel like a little boy unsure of what to do.
“You know you won’t. I trust you, Hero. I love you,” Elyse rasps, her hand cupping my cheek.
She’s looking at me like I make the sun rise and fall, and I know I won’t let her down. Gritting my teeth, I stare into her eyes,
my eyes watching for any pain in her features as I increase my pace.
When I see nothing but desire, love, and understanding, I enter her harder. I will never understand how she can have so much trust in me. She trusts and believes in me when no one else does, when no one else ever did—not even myself.
I drive into her as deep and fast as I can. Watching her come apart beneath me again sends me headfirst into my own release.
It starts with a tingle in my spine that spreads throughout my entire body in seconds. It sets every single fiber in my body on fire and makes every muscle lock up before allowing the tension to release. My chest heaves, and my grip on Elyse tightens. I never want to leave the confines of her pussy.
I’m sent to heaven and back, my body slowly floating back down to earth and into the arms of an angel—my angel.
“You’re my hero, and you’ll be our baby’s hero someday too.”
Elyse’s voice touches something inside me. Her words snap me in two, the contents of my heart spilling out, pulsing like a wound that won’t stop bleeding. I take her tiny hand and press it against my erratic heartbeat. Her fingers splay against my skin, the warmth of my body seeping right into hers.
I stare deeply into her eyes as I say the next set of words. “I vow to always protect you, cherish you, and be the man you need me to be. I’ll always love and support you, and I’ll do whatever I can to make you and our baby happy. We might have met by accident, but I’m convicted to a lifetime sentence.”
Tears fall from Elyse’s eyes, her head nodding in understanding. “I know—I’ve known all along.”
And all over again, she reminds me of the belief she’s always had in me.
The End
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Chapter 1
Keira
I stare at my brother's lifeless body on the floor of my apartment. I know what I need to do next, but I can’t move. My feet remain cemented to the floor as my eyes move over the scene before me. There’s so much blood.
I bite my bottom lip hard enough to draw my own blood. I won’t scream. I can’t. Leo had told me if someone ever came for him, I was to go to someone and they would protect me, but I can’t remember their name.
My stomach rolls, bile rising into my throat. I place a hand over my mouth to stop the impending vomit.
My brother is dead. My chest tightens, and I fist my hands at my sides. My brother is dead. Actually dead. We had joked about this moment so many, but looking down at his lifeless body, his vacant stare…this isn’t a joke.
Start moving, a little voice inside my head reminds me.
I look at the message the bastards left on my fridge. The sticky note shakes in my hands as I read the words.
I’ll be back for you.
I shiver involuntarily. I need to find the guy my brother wanted me to go to. He may be the only one who can protect me now.
With unsteady hands, I pull my phone out and go to my emergency information. I had created a small doc. Leo only gave me a name and address, stating it would be enough.
But how can I just show up on someone's doorstep with this kind of thing? Leo told me the person would understand, they’d know why I was there, but I don’t believe that. Too afraid to go into my bedroom or even stand inside the kitchen another minute, I walk out the door, closing it quietly behind me.
Tears fall from my eyes, staining my cheeks. I’ve never felt so much pain and confusion all at once. My lungs seem to deflate, refusing to fill no matter how many breaths I take.
I make it two steps down the stairs when I hear voices from the level below me. I spot two guys talking. They have accents. Russian maybe? I’m not all that concerned with them until their words meet my ears. Frozen in place, I listen more intently.
“The boss said he wants the sister for himself, so don’t fuck her up too bad.” The men are big and burly, way bigger than me, and definitely stronger. If they get their hands on me, I’m as good as gone.
Move, Kiera! With my brother's voice filling my head, I tried to relax my tense muscles. I have to get out of here. If they catch me… I shove the thought away before it takes root.
As soft as my feet let me, I tiptoe away from the staircase. Slipping my shoes off, I walk up the stairs in my socks, staying close to the outside, making sure they can’t see me.
With my lip caught between my teeth, I hold in the scream wanting to rip from my throat. Fear consumes me. My muscles remain rigid, but I continue onward. I walk all the way to the top floor and took the emergency stairwell down.
I’ll be safe, hidden from their gazes, a secret just passing through. My entire body shakes as I take two steps at a time, my eyes passing over my shoulder every few seconds, thus causing me to trip. I land against the railing, and it digs painfully into my ribs. I need to pay better attention, otherwise, I’m going to get myself caught.
I sigh in relief when I make it down the stairs fully. I’m only in my first year of college. I’m supposed to be partying, hanging out with other people my age, not discovering my dead brother's body or running away from monsters who want to drag me back to their boss. The image of being attacked by one of them flickers in my mind.
No. I will myself to calm down. I’m hanging on the very edge of losing control. I want to cry, scream, yell, but I know none of those things will happen. Pushing through the back doors of the apartment complex, I run down the street, my backpack still resting heavily against my back.
I sprint down the street a ways and hide behind a group of trees before I decide to catch my breath. My little legs do nothing to help me when it comes to running. I pull out my cell phone and enter the address into the map.
A little icon pops up on the screen confirming it was working. I sag against the tree, waiting for it to load.
Could they track my phone? How did they know my brother? Who were they? A dozen questions rattle off inside my head. I hadn’t even said goodbye to him. My gaze dropped down to my phone and I notice the map had finally loaded.
Fear pumps through my veins, hopefully, whoever I was going to see who know more than I did about the situation. Otherwise, I was kind of screwed.
The idea of being caught by those sinister men, made me move faster. My map pinpointed the location at something called Night Shift. Whatever the hell that was. I don’t really care where the place is, all I want to do is get there.
After walking for what seemed like forever, I arrive at the building, my eyes glossing over it. I clench my jaw in anger.
This is a strip club… I know so because there was a sign hanging plastered to the front window on the door that said NOW HIRING: BEST STRIPPERS IN THE AREA.
My mouth goes dry. Why did my brother send me to a strip club? Was this some kind of sick joke, a chance for him to get back at me after death? I wouldn’t work here, not ever. Shivering I grew afraid of the idea of going inside there. Who did I ask for? What if they told me to leave? I wrap my arms around myself, a cold breeze blowing through me.
Go inside. The same voice from earlier demands. I know I’m slightly unhinged, even more so if I’m hearing things inside my head, but I know it was my bodies warning, my bodies way of making me do something I didn’t want to because I was too scared.
Dragging my feet across the concrete I grip the metal door, the cold of it radiating through my body, making all the warmth inside me dissipate.
I open the first door, and then a second door, my feet moving all on their own. I’m shaking like a damn leaf in the wind. I want to rewind time and go back to this morning when my brother was alive and joking with me.
When my feet stop moving, I realize I was at the bar. The inside wasn’t as bad as I thought it’d be. A huge stage with a large seating area was on the other sid
e of the room. There’s a long hallway off to the left, and then the bar which I was standing at.
“If you’re looking for the boss, he’s in his office.” I licked my lips nervously, swallowing some of the fear down.
“Which way?” I barely got the words out. The woman in front of me eyes me curiously, her hazel eyes piercing mine. She looks to be ten years older than me, her face is dolled up with makeup and she’s wearing hardly any clothing. Her breasts are all but falling out of her top, and the shirt if you could even call it one covers only half of her stomach.
If she wore a bathing suit it would have covered more skin.
“Down the hall that way,” She hooks a thumb in the direction of the hallway off to the left. “Then follow it until the very end and turn left. You’ll see a big man standing outside his office, that’s how you’ll know you made it.” The mystery woman smils warmly.
I nod and head off in the direction she said. My legs quivered, and fear of the unknown slithers up my spine. I don’t know what I was walking into. From the looks of the place, women were nothing more than an object, and I didn’t want to be an object, not for anyone. I didn’t even want to be looked at, let alone touched.
Again, I questioned why my brother had sent me here?
Walking down the dimly lit hall I follow the woman’s orders, passing numerous wooden doors. A couple of moans and screams have me scurrying faster, my feet slipping all over the floor. When I make it to the end of the hall I turn left and stop as there was nowhere else to go. There is a door directly in front of me, but there is no man standing outside of it.
Am I in the right spot?
I walk up to the door, my hand reaching out to trace the letter engraved into it.
DAMON ROSSI.
I blink slowly below his name was one single word:
BOSS.
My stomach churns and I press my hand against the door more firmly to hold myself up. I was going to pass out. I knew it. Today had pushed me beyond my limits. I was scared out of my mind and had nowhere else to go. I guess I could go back home and be killed or worse off caught by those bastards. Or I could get my shit together and walk inside that office and find out who Damon Rossi was to my brother. Taking a calming breath, I grab hold of the brass knob and turn it slowly. I hold my breath as I push the door open a low creaking sound emitting from the damn thing. I exhale a moment later and poke my head inside. Scanning the room and listening for any sounds I step inside the office.
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