I smiled. Yes.
Doing anything fun?
Just stopped by my apartment. It’s- I wasn’t sure what to say. I was sulking. Miserable. The rooms no longer felt like my home for a couple of reasons. It was silent as an empty grave without Birdy. I missed her and her upbeat personality. She livened up any room. The other reason was because of Chloe. She’d nearly killed me here. The remnants of that memory were still evident in the living room.
I have some news that might cheer you up.
That perked my interest. Oh?
Mind if I come in?
I wiped my face and ran to the kitchen window, peering down at the street. Cage was standing near the curb, in front of his limousine holding his phone. He waved up at me.
I waved back. “Hi.” I spoke aloud even though it was doubtful he could hear me. I quickly got on my phone and texted one handed. Come on up.
Cage tucked his phone in the front pocket of his gray suit pants and removed his matching jacket, setting it carefully in the limo. The man looked gorgeous, as usual. His black dress shirt molded his muscled torso perfectly.
I quickly ran to the bathroom. Splashed some water on my face and wiped at my smeared eyeliner, then ran a brush through my hair. With my shoulder in the sling it was all I could do.
When he knocked on the door I forced a smile as I opened it. “Hey,” I said.
“Hey, yourself. How’s my wounded tiger?” He pulled me into a careful hug.
I buried my face against his chest. He smelled so good and having his body against mine caused me to cry again. The pain meds had to be messing with my emotions. “It feels good to have you hold me.”
“Anytime, Dandelion.” He squeezed lightly. “I missed you,” Cage said against my hair.
I’d only been gone a couple of days, but I’d missed him too. Turning my face up, I opened my mouth, begging for him to kiss me. He complied, his tongue flicking the inside of my mouth. His breath tasted of his minty lifesavers.
“How about I get you out of those clothes?” He undid the button on my jeans and slid them down my thighs, pulling off my black patent leather shoes before removing my pants. Then he kissed my pussy and I moaned. I found his tie, loosened it and pulled his shirt from his pants.
“I want you naked, Mr. Devereux.”
He kicked off his shoes, removed his pants, underwear, tie and shirt in quick order. Then he helped me get naked. I took his hand and we went into my bedroom.
“Lie down, Cage. It’s my turn to help you relax.” I took his hardened cock in my hands, bent over and sucked on his tip.
Cage let out a long breath. “Fuck, you’ve got an amazing mouth, tiger.”
I took him all the way in my mouth until he was touching the back of my throat and sucked, stroking his balls until he was so huge he filled my mouth.
Cage panted, his hands grabbed hold of my hair. “Fuck, Dandelion. God that feels so good.”
I was glad he was enjoying himself, but the cut on my neck was hurting. Cage was tensing. I could feel his orgasm was close. I decided to continue, but Cage seemed to sense what was wrong.
He sat up. “My little tiger, you’re a champ, but it’s my turn. Lie down.”
I was grateful and did as he asked, spreading my legs for him. He kneeled in front of me and worked his magic on my pussy.
After several orgasms I moved to get off the bed. Cage rolled up over so that he was on his stomach. “I’m going to take a nap.”
I laughed and then thought of something. “Hey,” I smacked him on his bare ass. “What was the news you wanted to share before?” I picked up my bra and tried to put it on.
He pulled on his boxers and then his pants. “It’s Birdy.” He glanced at his watch. “She’s being released in about an hour.”
I squealed. Couldn’t help myself. “Oh my god. Are you serious?” As quick as I could manage I began pulling on my clothes. I needed something sharp, fashionable, something that would make Birdy proud to know me. I found navy panties and got them on as well as navy dress pants. I pulled on a white sports bra and a white button up shirt. The buttoning part was proving difficult.
Cage came over and finished with the buttons, then tucked the ends into my pants. “Totally serious.” He smirked and quickly kissed me on the mouth.
“Well, let’s go,” I said picking up my bag and throwing it over my good shoulder.
Cage laughed. “You need shoes.” He finished dressing and then helped me into a pair of navy Louis Vuitton ankle boots.
“Thanks. You’re quite handy,” I said, grabbing a scarf, wrapping it around my neck, and turning off my bedroom light as I followed him out.
“What about your hair?” he asked, touching a loose curl.
I sighed. “I guess I should brush it.” I went into the bathroom, turned on the light and picked up my brush.
“Let me help,” Cage said.
“Really?” I handed him the brush. “You think you’re going to do my hair?” I gave him a surprised look in the mirror.
“It won’t be anything fancy, but I’m confident I can handle it.” Cage carefully ran the bristles through my tangles. Then he pulled the front ends of my hair back, and secured them with a silver barrette.
“What do you think?” he asked, when I peered at myself in the mirror.
Shocked, I said, “You did good.” I turned and kissed him. “You’re amazing.” I straightened his tie. “In more ways than one.”
“So are you.” Cage took my hand and walked me to the front door. “Let’s go get Birdy.”
CHAPTER 10
Katie
At the police station I got out of the limo first. I couldn’t wait. I was too excited. Cage came up behind me. “I just got off the phone. They’re sending her out right now.”
The sun was setting, sending rays of fading light bouncing against the windows of the buildings on both sides of the street. I used my good hand to shield my eyes. Someone shouted, “Pig.” I didn’t bother turning to look at the obnoxious man. I was focused on the front doors of the police station. Birdy would be walking through those doors any moment.
They opened.
Birdy walked out. She had a big smile on her face and the usual bounce in her step. “Katie! Is that you?” Birdy shouted, waving. She still looked like her. Even with jail soap and shampoo. Like a model. The bitch.
My smile got so big it nearly broke my face. “Birdy!” I ran forward, excited to get my arms around her and hug her tightly.
When I was within a few feet I heard a weird whistling sound and then a thud. Birdy went flying backward and landed in a crumpled heap on the concrete pavement.
I screamed. “Birdy.” I ran over and fell to my knees.
Blood oozed from a hole in her forehead, directly between the eyes.
“Katie,” Birdy said, her voice so soft it was hard to hear. Blood gurgled from her mouth.
I took off my powder blue scarf, wiped the blood and then held it to her bleeding head. “You’re going to be fine,” I said even though it felt like a lie. Tears blurred my vision and I bit my lip to hold back the need to sob.
Why was this happening? First Chloe nearly killed me, then someone shot Griffin and he was in a coma, and now Birdy? Were the events related? It was obvious in my mind that they were. I needed to find the connection.
“It’s… good… to…” Birdy’s eyes closed.
“Birdy. Open your eyes. Come on.” I gently patted her cheek. “I need you. You can’t leave me. Who’s going to keep me socially acceptable?”
She opened her eyes. Pain radiated from them. “I’m sorry, Katie. I didn’t tell you… about… dad.”
I leaned down, pressing my cheek against hers. “I always believed you were my sister, even before I saw the birth certificate.” I smiled, peering at her face. Now that I knew she and I were half sisters, I could see similarities. The slope of our noses and… nope that was about it.
Birdy smiled back. Tears leaked from her eyes. “I think I know�
�” She swallowed.
In the background I heard shouting, and realized Cage was on the phone, but ignored them. “What Birdy? What do you know?”
“Who killed Reid,” she finished, her voice raspy.
“Shhh, don’t worry about it. We can talk later.” I sniffled and wiped away my tears. I needed to be strong.
Birdy tried to shake her head as she mouthed something. I bent closer. “Say again.”
“Pocket,” she whispered.
I sat up to check her pockets, but there were suddenly a slew of police officers, EMT’s, and plain-clothes people surrounding Birdy and I. I threw my body over hers. I’d just got her back. She couldn’t leave me again.
“Don’t touch her,” I shouted.
End of Traitorous Heart 7.
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