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Chapter 22

Choices my face is covered in dirt and tear marks streak my cheeks. Turning away, I step into the shower and let the water cascade down my body. I stand under the spray for I’m not sure how long, jumping when I feel warm arms wrap around my waist.

“It’s okay, Babygirl. It’s just me. You’re safe,” he whispers.

“Babyboy, I love you but I can’t do touch right now. I just can’t,” I confess, as his arms leave my body.

“I understand, even if I hate it. Can I at least wash you while you tell me what happened out there?” he asks, and I nod. “Look at me, please,” he begs, and I spin around, looking up into his steele grey eyes. He takes the soap and pours it on the loofah, then washes my body as I tell him everything that happened. The look in his eyes tells me he wants his brother's blood, but I also see the hurt and sadness within them. This hurts us all, not just me. When one fucks up, it is like a domino effect tumbling around us.

“I’m sorry he hurt you. I don’t understand what the fuck his problem is, but tomorrow we will get to the bottom of it. He can’t come home until we figure this shit out. Not that I think he will ever hurt the kids, but I can’t trust him right now. Not after this,” he admits as he rinses the soap from my body and hair. He shuts the water off, stepping out first. He wraps a towel around his waist, then another one around my body.

“Ry is stitching him up, then we will take him to the warehouse. I’ll be back in a few hours. Will you be okay alone? Or should I call Zayn to come stay with you?” he asks, but I shake my head.

“I’ll be fine. No need to bother the new guy just yet. I’ll just get into bed and wait for you to come back,” I say, and he smiles, placing a kiss on my shoulder. We both walk out of the bathroom and he takes off towards the closet to get dressed. Letting the towel fall, I climb into bed, bringing the sheet up to cover my bare chest. I roll over, tucking my hand under the pillow as my eyes get heavy. The last thing I remember is a kiss on my forehead before sleep invades me.

Warm fingers travel down the shell of my face as sleep pulls me under, but the scent of sandalwood hits my nostrils, causing me to call out to him. “Rio?” I say as the fingers continue to trail down my shoulder and over my bare breast. I shiver at his touch as his thumb grazes my nipple, causing goosebumps to litter my skin. Warm breath tickles my neck, and I moan as the sheet slips down my body.

“I’ve missed you so much, Kitten,” he whispers, licking the shell of my ear as his thumb continues to play with my nipples. “Always so responsive for Daddy. Fuck. What I would give to feel you tighten around my cock,” he whispers again, causing me to whimper as his hand slides down my body and between my legs. I open them, giving him the access he wants and what I yearn for. “Do you still taste as good as you fuck?” he rasps, as he spreads my lips, dipping his finger into my soaked core.

“Yes, yes,” I cry out, rolling my hips, chasing my orgasm.

“Such a good girl for Daddy. That’s it. Cum, Kitten. Let me feel it.” He growls, biting down on my neck as a white light fills my vision and my back arches off the bed as I cum so fucking hard against his hand, soaking the sheets.

“Mmm, good girl. Now sleep. I love you always,” he whispers, kissing my cheek as I open my eyes to darkness, silence. Sleep takes me under again, replaying that moment over and over again.

The next day I’m standing in the kitchen making Jaxon lunch while Hazel naps when I hear a throat clear. I turn around and see Zayn standing in the threshold wearing black jeans and a white tee with his holsters strapped to his chest. He licks his lips, eyeing me before I raise a brow.

“You're here early,” I say, and he smiles, walking into the room, giving Jaxon a fist bump.

“I’ve been here all morning moving in,” he says, picking up an apple from the bowl in the middle of the island, biting into it. Juice drips down his chin and he wipes it with the back of his hand. Looking away, I cut Jaxon’s sandwich in half and place it in front of him. “Eat up, little man,” I say as he digs in.

“Did Spade tell you I have to leave for a bit before he and Ryder get back?” I ask, and he nods.

“Yes, he informed me. I checked your vehicle to make sure it’s safe and Rafe will drive you,” he states, and I shake my head.

“Not for this. I’ll be going alone. Put my number in your phone. You can track me that way,” I state, and he raises a brow.

“Your husband gave me strict orders to have Rafe go with you,” he challenges, and I roll my eyes.

“Did you just roll your eyes at me?” he asks, taking another bite into his apple.

“I did. Get used to it,” I say, and he shakes his head.

“They weren’t lying when they said you were a handful,” he states, and I place my hands on my hips.

“Excuse me?” I say, quirking a brow. “They both can get fucked for saying that. Fucking pricks.” I huff, and he laughs as I grab the keys to my G-Wagon. He steps in front of me, blocking my exit.

“Stand down, Zayn,” I command, and he folds his arms over his chest. I can’t help but notice how big his biceps are as they flex against his chest.

“Can’t do that,” he retorts, taking a step closer to me.

“Move!” I command again, but he doesn’t budge. Taking out my phone, I dial Spade.

“Hey, Babygirl. What’s up?” he asks excitedly.

“You better tell your lap dog to let me out of my fucking house before he has no balls,” I spit, and he laughs.

“Come on, babe. He’s just doing his job,” he says and I growl.

“I don’t need anyone coming with me to go to the goddamn warehouse. I can take care of myself. You all can track me, between the phone, the cars, and my god damn clit. Now tell him to let me go!” I shout down the line as Zayn coughs at my words. Shit, now he knows I have my clit pierced and that it's a tracker. Jesus Christ Jade.

“Is that the only place you’re going?” he asks, and I roll my eyes. Before I can answer, Zayn mouths, “That's twice.” I snarl at him, then answer my husband.

“Yes, Reid. Straight to the warehouse and back,” I say, rolling my eyes for a third time and flipping the big fuck off.

“Fine,” he says, and I smile. “Let Zayn know you are free to go,” he finishes.

“Oh, I will. See you later, baby,” I say.

“I love you, Babygirl, be careful,” he says, and I smile.

“I love you too, Babyboy.” Then the line goes dead. Locking eyes with Zayn, I raise a brow.

“Well, you heard the man. Now move,” I spit, and he smiles, taking a step to the side.

“Clit piercing? Nice,” he whispers as I walk past and my whole body shivers at his words. I roll my eyes and walk away.

“That’s four times and counting, Brat,” he shouts, but I ignore him and leave the house, slamming the door as I exit.