by V Domino
“Dammi, Drake.” Give it to me.
“As you know, Dimitri Sokolov became the boss of the New York Bratva and it was his order that exiled the Popov's. Only Mila had quickly married into a low level soldier's family so she is still in New York.”
“Yes, we know this but is Ruslan with her?”
It's Marco who nods his head. “Yeah, but get this. They had Silver because they planned to marry her off to Dimitri so that Popov could be welcomed back into the fold.”
What. The. Fuck? How would that even work? First off they'd have to get Silver to be docile and compliant like a little lamb which would be next to impossible. Silver is a motherfucking fighter. There's no way that would have happened. The other reason that plan was beyond idiotic is because Silver is Italian.
“I know the confusion running through your head, man. I was confused as fuck too but check this out.” Drake holds out some papers and one of them is a birth certificate.
“This thing says her father is Ruslan Popov.” I look back up at Drake with disgust written on my face. Not because she could be Russian—because honestly, Russians are dope as fuck and just as loyal. Popov seems to be a fluke, though. No, the reason I sneer at these papers is because they're counterfeit.
“This is a fake document”
“You're right. But nonetheless, he planned to sell off Silver with a forgery to Dimitri so we called him in New York. He promises he had no knowledge of this plan and to prove his innocence and loyalty to the truce, he sent out soldiers to collect Popov and his daughter.”
The door bangs open and Jefa's head pops out, “She's awake and asking for you.” I don't say anything. I just push past everyone like a fire is under my ass, and burst into Silver's room.
The left side of her face is purple and her eye is shut from/ the swelling but when she sees me she gives me the most beautiful smile I've ever seen.
“Well, are you just going to stand there or are you going to come kiss me?” Her voice isn't the soft breeze it used to be. It's rough and close to a whisper. Like she's spent most of her time in captivity screaming or silent. Fuck, my heart spasms at that thought.
I cross the room in four quick strides and sit on the bed beside her. I take her and notice her ring is gone. I clench my eyes closed as my tics begin to take over.
“I should have taken you into the office with me.” My voice shakes as my self hatred rears it's flaming head. It's my fucking fault she was taken. It's my lack of concentration that aided in her abduction.
“I wouldn't have gone with you. I wanted you to have a moment with your sister, love. I wouldn't have taken that moment from you or her.” I look up to her face and see nothing but love and truth in her features.
“Fucking hell, Silver. I've missed you. I've been going crazy without you, I barely survived the torment. I wanted to give up so many times but I wouldn't, I love you too much to let you go.”
Her sob breaks through and I quickly scoop her into my arms, being careful not to disturb her IV and hold her as she cries into my shirt. I kiss her head while she breaks apart... She knows I'll put the pieces back together again.
I whisper as the gates to her tears burst open and the flood pours out. Her cries quickly turn from tortured sobs to angered wails but still, I hold her. Finally, her tears slow and her cries turn to soft hiccups.
I lift her chin and look into her eyes, “I got you, Neviah and I'm never letting you go. I promise.”
“You'll fight for me?” Tears leak out of the corner of her eyes but I wipe them away.
“Always.” I kiss her and the months of pain so unbearable that suicidal thoughts and bitterness became my constant companions, is suddenly swept away. Silver's lips are the balm to my soul. The taste of her mouth is like a kiss to the wounds on my heart. I can feel the void in my chest being filled with warmth and completion.
I pull back and look at her, sweeping her long hair from her shoulders so I can place kisses there. I lay her back and plant kisses to her chest before laying my head above her breast, listening to her beautiful heart beat as it serenades me with its life song.
I haven't felt this peace in so long that I don't want to ruin the moment with talking. I don't want to ask her questions that'll make her relive things. So I don't.
I hold her small body to mine as she holds me to her. Her fingers work through my hair, scratching at my scalp as she whispers, “I love you, Twitch.”
Soon her breathing evens out so I slowly lift my body from hers, only to climb under the blankets. I roll her on to her side and wrap my arm around her, pulling her tight against my chest.
With my girl in my arms and my nose nestled into the crook of her neck, I fall into a peaceful sleep. One I haven’t had since the night she went missing.
Tomorrow I'll get my answers if she's willing to speak on it. If not… Well, I can always dig the answers out from beneath Ivan's skin.
The scent of laundry soap and cloves fills my lungs as I begin to wake slowly. The scent is heartbreakingly familiar, it reminds me of Twitch. Thoughts of him cause a shuddering sob to break through my throat and tears to run but rough fingers wipe them away. I start thrashing to get the bastard away from me.
“Don’t touch me! I’ll kill you!” I scream at the top of my lungs throwing my weak punches.
“Sil, open your eyes. It’s me, baby. It’s Twitch.”
I freeze and open my good eye to see my beautiful man sitting next to me on the bed. The events of yesterday come flooding back to me and I release the breath I was holding. I can’t believe I forgot my man found me. Rescued me. I guess I am the damsel after all, but do I care? Fuck. No.
“Hi,” I tell him once my breathing slows. I notice his eyebrow is bleeding, the same cut that always opens during his fights is bleeding slightly. “Fuck, did I do that? I’m sorry, Twitch.” I try to sit up and find something to clean him with but he stops me.
“Don’t worry about that, love. I’m fine. I shouldn’t have scared you like that.”
I sit back against the headboard and stare at Twitch’s face, memorizing every detail and savoring the air around me. It’s filled with his clean scent. My body hums at the sensory overload before me. Twitch isn’t wearing a shirt and I see he has new tattoos including the Renzetti crest along with a portrait of me and his sister on booths pecs. I’m over his heart. He looks healthy like he continued on with his life these past few months. His muscles look larger and his clean shaven face looks sharp and clear.
I avert my eyes. Seeing my own frail body, covered in bruises and scars. My muscle tone is almost nonexistent and my skin looks unhealthy. My hair is tangled and matted. Dull and lifeless like the rest of me. I cover my face in shame. I’ve never in my life felt so fucking ugly and vulnerable. While held captive I felt vulnerable and weak but being in front of the only man I’ve ever loved, the feelings are much more intense. I don’t want him to see me this way.
Twitch pries my hands from my face.
“No, Silver. Don’t do that. I’ve gone too long without you. Please don’t hide your face from me.”
His voice is hoarse and the splintering of it has me looking at him. I saw him cry yesterday when he found me but I was still spinning from Vas’s hits and the stun grenade so I wasn’t able to fully appreciate his show of emotions. Now though, I see the tears flooding his eyes but they don’t fall. Don’t get me wrong, I’m immensely grateful Twitch is healthy but I feel like I’m the boney and mangy dog at a pedigree dog show.
“I don’t want you to see me this way, Twitch. I feel dirty and ashamed while you... I mean, I-.” I wave my hand up and down our frames as tears make a path down my dirty face.
“Enough, Silver. You’ve lived through shit no woman should go through. You’ve straightened your own crown all your life, let me do it for you now. You’re a motherfucking queen… my motherfucking queen so let me take care of you, yeah?” He gets up and walks into the restroom, leaving me speechless. What did
I do to deserve this selfless man?
I slowly swing my legs over to the side of the bed. It’s the first time I’m noticing the room I’m in. I’m not sure where I am. Jefa told me last night that we were still in Texas but we were in a hideout home that belongs to someone named Ren.
The floor is dark wood with white walls, nothing homey or inviting really, just a bed, closet and restroom. Next to the bed are three wooden crates stacked to make a bedside table with a glass of water on top and a clock. I move my IV stand and marvel at the digital numbers. You don’t realize how fucking lucky you are to know the time until it’s taken from you. I lift my eyes and suck in a breath, the window is wide open, letting the cool morning air come in but that’s not what makes my eyes leak their fucking tears. No, it’s the sunrise that has me standing on shaky legs to watch the sun kiss the earth.
The stars twinkle like they’re saying goodnight to the birds who are rising. Twitch’s inked arms wrap around me from behind and I lean into his embrace, his strength. I watch the birds bounce around on the ground plucking bugs from the grass before taking flight with their feast.
“When you first went missing, I wanted to die but my sister reminded me that you were out there. Though she didn’t know you, she knew you were fighting for me so I fought for you.”
I continue to stare outside while listening to his words. I know exactly what he’s telling me. I felt it all too. Every strike of the whip fate wielded against us.
He runs his fingers along my neck before tracing my jaw and lips as he continues, “You look at me and see the outside only but, Silver, the inside of me… it’s ravaged by rage. It’s littered with festering wounds unwilling to heal until you’re healed. You see health but one look in my eyes and you’ll see the damage the empty space in our bed did. You’ll see how the silence in our home has bruised me. You’ll see how your loss broke my soul daily.”
I lean my head back against his shoulder and shiver at the sensations I haven’t felt in so long. My heart crashes against my ribs as my pussy clenches with need.
“You’ll see the lacerations I gained when I couldn’t feel your pulse beating on my fingers. You’ll see the chips and cracks created when I couldn’t kiss you or hear your moans while I touched you.”
I release a soft moan as Twitch cups my breasts and rolls my nipples between his fingers. I reach my arm behind his head and grip his hair when he trails his hand down to my achy core but then he stops. He grips the long t-shirt I'm wearing and groans like it's physically painful for him to stop. I turn and look at him in confusion.
“Don't stop, Luca. I need you. I've needed you for months.” I see the battle in his eyes, his need and desire for me warring with his need to protect me and cradle me. So I do what any horny bitch would do. I rub my ass along his hard length and sigh when he cups my pussy through the shirt and panties. Jefa gave me a small sponge bath and some clean clothes but I still need a proper shower.
Twitch's hand doesn't move, he just holds me while he pushes his face to the side of mine, laying kisses to my bruised face. I'm not sure how long we stand there like that, enjoying each other's presence but all too soon Twitch moves away and sits me down on the bed. I avert my eyes and look away from him. My face burns with embarrassment. I probably should have showered or cleaned up further before trying to climb him like a tree.
Twitch lifts my chin to meet his eyes. “I'm going to take care of you, in every fucking way. I swear it. I've thought of nothing but you and holding myself back right now is physically painful to me but your care comes before me, okay?”
I release a nervous breath and nod my head. I know he's right. I know Twitch would never look at me the way I feel about myself. All he's shown me is his love and desire for me. It's my own self-consciousness that makes me feel ashamed. I'm not used to feeling this way about myself. I've always taken good care of myself, so to see the damage done to my mind and body… it's tough to deal with.
“I need to remove the IV and get you into the tub, okay? I'll take care of you, baby. I promise but please, stop doubting my devotion to you. There's been no one but you, Neviah. There will never be anyone but you.”
His words make something inside me click back into place. Like he just said a password to my self doubt.
Fuck this. I will not let Popov win. Twitch is right. I'm a motherfucking queen. I have a long road ahead of me and getting my body to heal along with my mind will be difficult but I will do it. I will not wallow in self pity. Yeah, I got dealt a shit hand but with Twitch and my friends by my side, I'll conquer this battle like I have any challenger in the ring.
I sit a little straighter and pull my shoulders back as Twitch pulls the IV out of my arm. He must notice the change because he looks up at me and gives me his beautiful, breathtaking smile, “Ah, there she is.”
I smile in return and take his hand. We enter another nondescript room, only this one is the bathroom. There's a claw foot tub that's filled with steaming water and rose scented bubbles that reach the rim. I sit on the edge and let my fingers touch the heated water as Twitch pulls shampoo and conditioner out of the wall cabinet. He walks over to me and grabs the hem of my shirt but waits for my permission. I bite my lip and nod. I may be a queen but this queen is boney as hell. Oh well, I just fucking survived a brutal few months, I think I can feel how I want.
Once my shirt and panties are removed, Twitch takes off his clothes and helps me into the tub. God, he's exquisite. Every muscled inch of him is pure perfection. Even with his dick semi hard, it's gorgeous and pussy throbbing. Twitch settles in behind me and uses the wash cloth to rinse my hair.
I moan and groan like I'm having an orgasm but I can't help it. Twitch's fingers rubbing and scratching my scalp as he washes my hair feels like an orgasmic explosion. Just when I think I can't feel any more relaxed, he begins to rub my neck and shoulders, digging his fingers into all the knots in my muscles.
My moans and groans continue to permeate the walls until Twitch's chuckling cuts me off.
“What?” I ask on another moan when my back pops under his fingers.
“If you keep making those noises, I won't be able to hold back.”
I shrug nonchalantly but my clit throbs at his words. I look over my shoulder at him, giving him my best sultry look, I'm rusty though so I may look like a deer in the headlights.
“What makes you think I need you to hold back, huh? I may look the way I look but I'm not fragile and I'm not broken. My pussy throbs for you, my mouth still waters for a taste of you.” I lean back against him and bite the underside of his jaw before continuing. “My ass has missed your dick.”
Crass, I know but I really don’t give a shit. Self-pleasure was all I had and my imagination ran dry; I need a refill.
Twitch groans before bringing his lips to mine in a heated kiss. The cut on my bottom lip splits open and the blood causes us both to frenzy, like two sharks fighting for the last morsel of food.
Feeling Twitch slap my pussy, I think I'm that last morsel of food.
Fuck me. Kissing my woman has never been so erotic. Not only have I fucking missed her like nothing else but to hear her dirty words and feel her slick desire for me... there's nothing like it. Nothing on the planet can come close to the sensation of feeling Silver come apart in my arms, with my fingers pumping her quivering cunt and tight ass.
Nothing.
Silver isn't done yet though, I pull my fingers from her and try to let her know she doesn't have to do anything for me but she spins around, sloshing water out of the tub. She brings her delectable mouth to mine as she straddles my waist. This isn’t going to work. There's not enough room in this tub. I stand and take her with me and the ease of lifting her from the tub sends a pang through my chest. Her weight is so low that I can feel her spine easily. She's not skeletal though, and if I had to guess I'd say she's probably thirty pounds under her ideal weight. Not too bad considering it’s mostly muscle mass but it’s enough to make her se
lf conscious.
She's still beautiful, no matter what her weight is, no matter how many bruises and scars she has, she will always be the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. No one can compare to her.
I lay her down on the bed and climb between her legs with my elbows to either side of her head. I look down at her battered face and kiss both of her eyes, her nose and then her mouth.
“I love you, Neviah.”
“I love you too, Luca”
I don't need to line myself up with her entrance, it's like my dick knows where to go without help. I push in slowing, hissing at the heat that meets my shaft. Fucking hell, I feel like I'm going to blow my load before I can even fit all the way in.
My heart bursts and every day of separation between us is shattered. I've dreamt of this moment almost every night but not even memories did the reality justice. She's perfect. Everything about her is perfect. I love her. So fucking much.
“I talked to you every night.”
Her breathy words cause my movements to falter but she urges me on with her heels to my ass, pushing me to keep moving. So I do. If fucking her helps her to open up and let everything off her chest, then I'm going to fuck her until her pain is gone, until I can share the burden of the memories with her.
I keep my movements steady as she holds my head to her neck.
“I used to pretend you were right there with me. I planned out our wedding with you and told you the names of our future children. You told me about your little sister and showed me pictures of your mother. I even heard your voice when you would sing your lullaby to me. I cried on your shoulder and held you close when you cried. I kissed your tears and wiped your eyes. I stroked your head as you howled for me. You were always with me, Luca. Every moment in that hellhole, you were with me.”
I lift my head and look into her eyes. How did I get so lucky? Did fate make up for taking my parents by giving me this beautiful and loyal woman whose strength can put anyone to shame? If so, I’m fucking honored.
