by Erin Trejo
“Skye, give me the gun,” I tell her but she shakes her head.
“How could you? You helped me, Antonio. You let me go for so long,” she cries, tears spilling down her cheeks. My chest clenches. I hate that she has to do this, see this and most of all feel this.
“Kill…me…” he gasps with a smirk on his face. He’s dying anyway. I can see the amount of blood he’s lost on the floor pooled around him. She holds the gun steady and raises it to his head. My heart lurches. She can’t kill him. I won’t let her. I slowly move toward her, placing my hand on her shoulder. She takes a deep breath as if she had been holding it this whole time.
“Don’t do it, Skye. You’re lettin’ him turn you into everything you ran from. The person you never wanted to be. Don’t do it.” My hand tightens on her shoulder as her body slowly begins to tremble. She sobs come freely and her hand begins to shake.
“He killed my dad! He tried to kill me!” She screams, breaking my heart a little more than she already has.
“I know but you aren’t them. You’re better than this. Don’t let them change you.” I nearly beg her. I need her to hear me. She lowers the gun and cries. I wrap my arm around her shoulder and pull her into my side.
“Coward,” he hisses from his place on the floor. I raise my gun and aim it as his head as his near lifeless eyes stare into mine. I smirk and say, “She’s the best person I know. Me on the other hand, I’m a killer. Always have been. No reason to taint her soul when mine is already black.” Pulling the trigger, blood splatters. Skye cries into my side, her body shaking.
“Skye!” When I hear him call her name, we both jolt.
“Dad?” She pulls away from me and runs toward the end of the hallway. I’m right behind her although not as fast as I’d like to have been. Having a bullet shoot through your body really pulls the energy out of you. I step around the corner and find Skye on her knees next to her dad. My breathing is coming heavier as I try to maintain my focus.
“You’re okay?” he asks breathlessly as he glares up at her. She nods her head, her long dark hair falling around her shoulders. I can hear sirens in the distance but I can’t stop looking at the perfect scene in front of me. She leans down, hugging her dad tightly. A sense of peace engulfs me as I stumble back and hit the wall. I slide to the floor, the blood loss causing me to be weaker than I am. My vision blurs once again.
“Keaton!” Skye screams, her hands landing on my neck, her eyes burning into mine. I give her slight grin before everything slips into darkness.
22
Skye
“This is stupid. I’m not even the one that was shot!” I snap as I look over at him.
“So?”
“So? So, why am I being punished?” Anger works its way through me as I glare at him. He chuckles and shakes his head.
“You just can’t wait can you?” he asks in that damn sexy tone of his. I hate that he can make my body react to him with just the sound of his voice. I want to choke him but I don’t. I love that asshole too much.
We’ve been at his home in South Carolina for a few months now. I love it here. I thought I liked it in Georgia but being this close to the beach and being able to hear the waves crashing against the shore at night just calms me. After dad died, there wasn’t much left for us to do. I thought about sticking around but for what? Everyone was gone and I had to move on with my life. My life is with Keaton. I’ve always known that.
“The doctor said that I needed to heal and rest,” Keaton teases. I giggle as I lay down, resting my head on his chest. The sun beats down on us as we watch the water.
“I need you, Keaton. I’ll do all the work.”
“You’re such a fuckin’ hornball. Do you ever not want my cock?” He teases.
“Well, that one time you were being an asshole I didn’t want it.”
“Lies. You always lyin’. You really want this cock, ride it and make it quick. Brick, Ruby and Davis will be here soon and I’m pretty sure they don’t wanna see my cock,” he says playfully.
“Fine! I’ll just wait.”
“You know I love you, right?” He asks. I look up at him and nod my head, my chin resting on his chest.
“I love you too.”
“I wanted to ask you somethin’. I know we talked about kids and all that shit but we never really talked about it. You still want kids, Skye?” I know why he’s asking me. After what happened with my dad and brother, I sort of got lost in myself. I hated the thought of having kids and then something happening to one of us. It took me some time to get over that and I still don’t know if I am fully.
“I hate the things that wander around in my head, Keaton. I don’t want my kids to ever have to feel what it’s like to lose a parent. That’s the hardest thing that I’ve ever done.” Keaton nods and leans forward pressing his lips to mine.
“I get it. I’m okay with whatever you want, babe.”
“I want you,” I whisper. I sit up, pull his shorts down his thighs before pulling mine completely off. Keaton watches me, his eyes on fire. Straddling him, I slowly lower myself down his length. I close my eyes as sensations wash over me.
“Skye,” he says in a warning tone.
“Trust me, Keaton,” I whisper. I open my eyes and smile down at him.
“Fuck me,” he grumbles as I roll my hips taking him deeper. Everything in our world is perfect. The enemy is gone and we’re here together. I don’t know who long Keaton will be happy just being here with me. At some point I will have to face the reality that he might want to go back on the road and I will adjust to that. I haven’t told him yet but the thought of traveling the world on the back of his bike is exciting but for now I just want to be here with him. Right here in his arms.
“Harder, babe,” he growls shoving me down his length with his good arm.
“Oh, fuckin’ kill me!” Keaton and I both laugh when we hear Brick’s voice. This is it. This is us and as much as I’d like to kill Keaton at times, I always trust him. And of course he can fuck me like a champ.
