My throat is tight with emotion, but I have no time to waste, “Freeze mother fucker or I’ll blow your fucking head off,” I scream. At my voice, Savannah’s eyes pop open and her eyes fill with tears, “You came for me,” she whispers, “After everything, you still came for me,” she cries out.
I look at her while I’m shaking my head, “There isn’t anything that can keep me away from you Peanut, and I love you too,” I finish softly.
Suddenly, a gunshot rings out, and he falls backward pulling the knife and Savannah back with him. Thankfully she is able to think quickly and moves with him, to slow the path of the knife. He’s slumped on Savannah’s body, a round bullet hole in his forehead, his eyes open and staring. Fucker got what he deserved.
“Off, get him off of me,” she shrieks loudly as I rush over to pull him off of her. I pull her into my arms and she’s wrapped herself around my body with her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck.
I look over at Deacon, “Why’d you shoot?” I ask him puzzled.
“You were too busy making sucky face and you didn’t notice that his eyes changed, I could see his intent, and he wanted to kill her,” he says with confidence.
Before I can thank him, Savannah jumps down from my body and throws herself into Deacon’s arms and kisses him on the cheek, “Thank you, for everything,” she whispers.
I hold my hand out to him, “Yeah man, and thank you. Now let go of my woman,” I say with a smile, “And we’ll get back to your sucky face comment later.”
I pull Savannah to me as she weeps loudly, clinging to me. Her body is trembling and she’s bleeding badly. I don’t think I’ll be able to peel her off of me, not that I want to let her go, but I want to get her covered up. She hasn’t realized that she’s naked, and I don’t want her to be embarrassed, because she is so shy about these things. While my brothers are discreet, I’m not certain about the police officers that will be arriving on scene.
I am finally able to pull her into my lap so I can pull my shirt over my head and hand it to her. This causes a whole new set of tears to start as she pulls my shirt to her face and breathes in deeply while she rocks back and forth. My heart breaks for this woman, she’s been through far too much and I feel like I’ve failed her. Once she’s in my shirt she crawls back onto my lap and I hold her, murmuring softly in her ear.
Deacon found the brother, David in a back room hanging by a hook with duct tape over his mouth. We leave him hanging there for the police to deal with. He’s escaped once before, so I don’t want to take a chance that he’ll get away from us while we’re dealing with Savannah.
It isn’t long before we hear the sirens approaching. The paramedics are startled when they see Savannah. I know they’re supposed to be trained to handle any situation, but my girl is looking really bad, so I don’t hold it against them. She shrieks loudly, when they try to pull her off of me, the sound causing the hair on my body to stand on end. It isn’t until they give her a shot of something that she calms down and murmurs to herself. If that fucker weren’t dead, I’d kill him, and I would do it slowly and painfully. I’m in a rage and I need an outlet for it all, or it’s going to eat me up. I look to my brothers, nodding my head at them, thanking them for everything that words can’t say. Deacon and Carter assure me they will let the Peters’ know that we’ve found her, and they’ll meet us at the hospital.
We answer any and all questions the police have for us, and then I get into the back of the ambulance to drive in with Savannah, holding her hand the entire way. Anything else the police need will have to wait until she’s well enough to go down to the station. I’m just so glad we found her, and in time. Had we arrived even a minute later she’d be gone, her life force bleeding out of her. My hands are shaking at the reality of what went down here and how very lucky we are to have found her when we did. I’m startled when I feel wetness splash onto my hands as I reach up to wipe the tears from my face. I’m crying, emotional and so thankful that we found her.
I will spend the rest of my life making it up to her. I never want her to feel inferior to someone like Kelly again, not on my watch. I don’t ever want her to have a reason to run away from me, or away from us, ever again. I didn’t realize it, until just now, but this woman heals me and makes me whole.
Once again, I find myself waking up in a hospital, the steady beeping soothing my jangled nerves. I can barely see out of my eyes, they’re swollen almost entirely shut. A blur captures my vision and my heart rate accelerates, fear overcoming rational thought. Before I can stop it, a whimper escapes and my entire body trembles. “It’s ok Peanut,” Reid murmurs, “It’s just me. I’ve got you and won’t let anything happen to you,” he says reassuringly.
I sag in relief and just let him hold me while I breathe in his scent.
“Thank you for coming for me,” I say, “I shouldn’t have run out the way I did without letting you explain and I’m sorry.”
Tears are escaping and coursing down my face. I know we declared our love for each other, but was that enough for him to forgive me for the way I acted. I’m shaking, terrified of what he might be thinking or feeling. I sigh as his warm arms come around me again, pulling me tight to his body. “Peanut, I love you and I’m so glad we got to you on time,” he says while softly rubbing my back. “I’m pissed that you ran away,” he says, “And I owe you a spanking for that, but all in good time.” He clears his throat and cups my face in his hands. I can barely see him through the slit in my eyes, but I look at him all the same, drinking in every feature. “You need to talk about what happened to you,” he says firmly, “All of it, from last time and this time.”
I nod my head, tears flowing. I bring my hands up to hold his hands, which are still cupping my face. “Ok,” I say softly, “I know I need to talk about it, but I’m embarrassed and scared at what you’ll think,” I tell him.
“There is nothing you could tell me that would change how I feel about you,” he says with conviction. “I know a thing or two about being in a situation that you can’t get out of, and things happening that are out of your control.” I look at him in confusion, the question clear on my face. I feel his entire body tense up, this topic obviously difficult for this strong man and that speaks volumes. “I was sexually assaulted repeatedly as a young boy,” he says softly, “It was my best friend’s dad and I trusted him.” I see tears in his eyes his mind far away while he tells this story, this time I hold him close to my body, trying to give him as much comfort as I can. I see a blur out of the corner of my eye and turn my head to see Deacon standing in the doorway of my hospital room and his entire face has gone white.
“You never said anything to any of us Reid,” Deacon says. “Why didn’t you tell us?” My body has gone rigid, my brother’s voice surprising me. “Oh,” I say, “I didn’t realize you were standing there.” I turn to face my brother, wiping my hand over my face and scratching my chin.
“I didn’t tell anyone,” I say, “And Mom and Dad don’t know a thing about it, and I’d like to keep it that way.”
“We’ll continue this discussion later,” he says.
Shit, this wasn’t how I wanted this to go.
I see Deacon nod his head. “Does Connor know?” He asks.
“Yes he does. Steve didn’t just do this to me, but to Connor as well,” Reid says shaking his head. Deacon apologizes for interrupting us to tell us that the police require a statement from me. I can’t stop the trembling that overcomes my body, a whimper escaping me. Reid hurries back to my side and sits down, pulling me onto his lap. “I’ll be there,” he says, “every step of the way.”
Deacon is nodding his head in affirmation and says, “I’ll be there too, if you want me there. I know it’s a delicate subject, but I’m behind you every step of the way,” he finishes quietly. I sit and think on it for a minute, then nod my head. “Let’s get this over with,” I say with resolution.
Deacon steps out of the room to call Carter and so that Reid can help me get d
ressed, my discharge papers have been signed. My body is stiff and sore, but I have no internal injuries and the scans of my head came back normal as well. Andrew Randall is dead, and his half- brother David Gibson is in the local jail. I haven’t even given any thought to how Deacon might be feeling, having taken a life. I’ll need to take the time to sit with him and talk to him about it. He’s a steady man, but I can see that he’s carrying around his own pain. I’m curious as to how Kalina is working out at King Cage. I know something is brewing between the two, but it’s not my place to meddle.
Reid pulls the curtain around my bed and rummages in my bag for some clothes. He reaches behind me, pulling the ties on my gown, letting it drop to the ground. I stand before him naked and trembling feeling vulnerable and shy. I have so many new injuries with many cuts requiring stitches. I feel like a haphazard road map. As usual, Reid senses my mood and stands before me pulling my chin up forcing me to look him in the eyes. “You’re my everything,” he says, “and we’ll tackle everything together from here on in. No more running away.” I startle him by throwing my arms around him, letting out my sobs. “No more running,” I say, my face muffled against his chest. “We tackle everything together, I promise.” He again pulls my chin up and bends his mouth to mine, his tongue licking its way into my mouth. I taste mint and a hint of coffee on his breath, savoring the flavors as they burst on my tongue. He groans into my mouth, his hands getting tangled in my hair as he gives it a sharp tug, pulling my head back and exposing my neck for his hot, avid mouth. He licks and kisses his way up my neck and bites gently where my neck meets my shoulder, scraping his teeth along my skin and raising goose bumps in its wake. I shiver, the tiny hairs on my body standing on end and I feel wetness trickle onto my inner thigh. Reid slides his hands down my body, cupping my breasts and tweaking my nipples sharply, causing me to gasp. He swallows the sound with his mouth, suckling on my tongue. I want him to do the same to my nipples, and I don’t have long to wait. I tremble as his hot mouth closes over my nipple, suckling softly then increasing the pressure, rolling my nipple. I’m so close to coming, my pussy is throbbing and my clit thumping with each of my heart beats. Reid’s hand comes between our bodies and finds my clit, hard and eager for his touch. He rubs circles, until I come, shivering in his arms. Reid picks me up and cups my ass in his large hands. He’s managed to get his jeans undone and pulled his cock out of his boxer briefs, its standing up hard and proud. My mouth waters as I see the slit weeping fluid and watch in fascination as his cock twitches. My eyes fly up to his and I see a sexy smirk on his mouth, the bugger knows exactly what he’s doing to me. I cup his face as I slowly lower myself down, impaling myself on his cock, my pussy sucking in inch after glorious inch. I let out a soft sigh once I’m fully seated and slowly circle my hips. Reid hisses through his teeth, his fingers gripping my ass tightly in his hands. He uses those strong hands to pull me almost entirely off his cock, his eyes watching me intently. He pushes back into me in one swift stroke, and I grunt in pleasure. He continues with a steady rhythm, the only sounds in the room is the wet sounds of our bodies slapping together and our breathing. The odd sigh, moan and grunt leave my mouth, which only spurs him on faster. Reid reaches between our bodies, his callused fingers finding my throbbing clit and massaging in gentle circles. I come, moaning loudly, Reid capturing the sound with his mouth. He continues pumping into me and comes shortly after me, shooting hot spurts of cum into my body, my pussy still fluttering from my orgasm. We’re both breathing harshly when Reid says, “I love you Peanut.”
“I love you too Reid,” I say.
Suddenly we hear clapping and Deacon’s voice as he says, “Congrats boys and girls, enough with the fucking around and let’s get this show on the road.” We burst out laughing, realizing we just had sex in the middle of my hospital room with only a curtain around my bed.
“I love that sound Peanut,” Reid says in his gravelly voice. “I want to hear you laugh every day.” I smile and hug him and say, “Let me down big guy, I need to clean up.” Reid’s softening cock slips free of my body, and our cum runs down my leg in a thick rivulet. Reid heads to the bathroom and wets down a washcloth and proceeds to clean me, despite my assurances that I can do it myself. Because I can’t bend over, Reid helps me into my panties, shorts and shoes and pulls a t-shirt over my head, leaving my breasts to sway freely. I manage to pull a brush through my hair and pull it into a high ponytail. I feel almost human again. I know the next few hours are going to be hell on me, as I’m going to give one statement and one statement only. Deacon and Carter are coming to show their support. I don’t want Mom or Dad to be there, and have asked Reid to relay all the information instead. He asks me if I’m sure that’s how I want to tell them and I nod my head. I can’t tell them myself, so the next best person is the man I love. We head to the elevators and I’m eager to leave the hospital behind. While I received great care there, I’d rather be at home with Reid. That’s where I feel safest and I’m the happiest. Reid holds my hand the whole way to the hospital his thumb rubbing gently against my palm. We’re meeting Carter at the police station and we see him waiting outside when we park the car.
We sign in at the front desk and are ushered into a conference room to wait for the Detective. I sit nervously my knees bouncing a staccato beat while I wipe my wet palms on my shorts. Thank goodness we don’t have long to wait.
“Hi everyone, I’m Detective Warren. It’s nice to meet you but I’m sorry it was under these circumstances.” We all say hello and Reid handles introductions, citing that his brothers are here as they are part of the statement but also here for moral support. Detective Warren tells me that everything is going to be recorded. Reid has brought his laptop along and asks if it’s ok if he types down what I’m saying as I go, so that it only needs to be printed and signed at the end, as opposed to saying it, then having to write it all down again. Detective Warren is okay with this as long as I am. I nod my agreement. I’m feeling overly warm, my palms are sweating and I’m trembling in fear. I know I’m safe here, but having to relive this is going to take every ounce of willpower I have.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath, gathering my thoughts, allowing the darkness to invade my mind, even if it will be brief. Before I can say a word, Reid has pulled me onto his lap curling his big body around mine, as if to shield me from what’s to come. As if I didn’t love him enough already, this just sealed it for me and his brothers are equally good to me, each of them reaching out and taking a hand in theirs and giving a light squeeze. Detective Warren is patient, watching us with a keen eye. I again take in a deep breath, inhaling Reid which instantly calms me. I exhale and start my story.
I have to stop and take a breath, curling myself tighter into Reid’s strong body. The memories are causing my entire body to tremble, and my breathing is harsh and rapid. I close my eyes and begin again. I hang my head in shame, allowing my hair to form a curtain in front of my face. Reid kisses my temple and murmurs kind things into my ear, which calms me down. My face is wet with my tears and I feel like I can’t catch my breath, the memories coming at me fast and sharp. I’m so ashamed and I can only imagine what Reid thinks.
“It’s ok Peanut,” he says softly, “Nothing you say will change a thing for me.” I close my eyes and take a deep breath letting it out slowly, ready to continue.
I had just finished the thought, That was the first time Reid and his brothers saved me, when I’m pulled out of my story.
“I’m sorry to interrupt you here,” the Detective says looking at me intently, “But how did you get captured again? My understanding was that you were safe at the King residence while we were pulling all the background information together.” I hang my head in shame and close my eyes, taking a deep breath before I’m ready to continue.
“You’re right, I was safe there and likely wouldn’t have been captured again if I hadn’t taken off. I was angry about something, and I took off instead of dealing with it and I paid for it, my consequen
ces were very real,” I say quietly. Reid gives me a squeeze and kisses my temple as I tell them about Kelly and how I ran away after my encounter with her and what followed.
“This is where we came in, with Deacon breaching the back door and Carter and I going in the front,” Reid says authoritatively. “He was standing behind her with his knife at her throat. She was on her knees with her eyes closed. When I shouted she opened her eyes and seemed surprised to see me. We were both wrapped up in each other and I missed the fact that he intended to slice her throat, but Deacon caught it so he took the shot.”
“I can vouch for the fact that he was going to slice her throat,” Carter says quietly, “There is NO doubt in my mind that Deacon did the right thing.” I’m sniffing and crying quietly, feeling terrible that Deacon took a life because of me.
“Deacon,” I choke out, “I’m so sorry that you had to take a life because of me and my immaturity. I’m so sorry,” I tell him softly.
“Hey,” he says rubbing his hand over my hair, “It’s all good babe. We King’s protect our own and that’s exactly what you are—family.” At his words I burst out sobbing, my whole body shaking in Reid’s arms.
“Ok,” says Detective Warren, “I think I have enough for now. You’re free to go.” I slide off of Reid’s lap, so glad it’s over.
“Wait,” I say quietly, “I still don’t understand how he knew I was at my parents place.”
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