Black and Blue (Black and Blue Series) (15 page)

“
She will be your death, along with your revolution.”

Henry forced his face to show no emotions, his
revolution had grown and he feared there was no stopping it not even with is death. “I’m willing to take that risk for what she and I have, I lo-,” he choked on what he was about to say, he had never told anyone besides his mother that he loved her. But if he listened to his heart he knew how he truly felt for Jamie.

Cynthia touched his face with her small hand, and smiled sadly at him.
“All the more reason to call things off now,” she said as she walked away.

M
aybe she was right. He wondered if he should give Jamie up in order to save for from the heartache she would feel if he was killed. He didn’t want her to be heartbroken the rest of her life like his mother was. He took out his phone to text Jamie’s secret phone.
Hey we need to talk tonight, do you want to meet me at my place?
He pressed send, and his chest felt heavy. Henry didn’t want to be without her, but maybe it was for the best. They did come from two different worlds, and he didn’t know how she truly felt for him. He put his phone back into his back pocket and walked out of the kitchen.

Ryan was just getting up, and Henry had to hold back his grin.
He didn’t like him, and didn’t think he should be a guard. He still had some personal feelings for Jamie, and Henry really hated that.

“
I still need to do a background check on you,” Ryan said as he walked by, and Henry smiled over his shoulder at him. He wondered when the background check would happen, and he knew what they would find. That he own the
No B Club
.

* * *

Jamie moaned when she heard the phone Henry gave her beep for the tenth time. She set the text message tone to keep beeping until she answered it, and now she was regretting it. She got out of her bed, and walked to her purse that she’d sat on the ground by her door. Jamie found the silver and black flip phone, and opened it. One new text message was waiting.

Hey we need to talk tonight, do you want to meet me at my place?
Her heart sank, those words were never good to hear or see from someone you cared about. Her mind thou KHermoaght of a million different things, and every single one of them ended with him leaving her. She knew they had only been together a few days, but she had already fallen in love with him. She closed her eyes and saw his handsome face, and smiled. Henry Roarke was all she could think of and all she saw when her eyes were closed. Jamie would fight him for what they had together, even if it was forbidden love. She pushed replay to his text message.

We do need to talk tonight.
I will be there as soon as I can. Wait for me?
She pressed send, and put the phone back in her black and silver purse.

Before Henry
, she never thought what it was like for a Blue, only cared for Cynthia, but never thought what life was like for them outside her world. Inside her house Cynthia was treated like family, she got everything she needed and lived downstairs in the basement. In school she saw pictures of Blue houses and they weren’t pretty. The small white houses had to have a blue door, and unless they were lucky enough to work for a Black family they didn’t have much. Most still didn’t have power, and when she learned that she was sickened.

Could she do what she needed to do, and go against her fa
ther? Would she pick the man that owned the other half of her heart, over the man she had loved her whole life?
Jamie sighed and sat on her bed; she put her elbows on her knees and placed her head in her hands. She knew the answers to her questions, and it scared the crap out of her.

“
Miss Moore, you have a package downstairs.” Henry’s voice filled her room from her intercom and it made her smile. She was senseless about him; she got up and walked to her door. She wondered if it was something for her party tomorrow night.

Jamie walked down the stairs and saw a brown me
dia box sitting on the small wooden table at the bottom of the stairs. She looked up at Henry as he shut the door, and he nodded at her; she had to look down to hide her smile. She grabbed the box, and frowned; it only had her name and address on it, no return address or company logo.

Jamie pulled on a corner of tape and pulled until the box opened.
Boom!
A loud ringing screamed in her ears as she was flying backwards. She felt her body hit a something hard, and she screamed, but all she could hear was a loud ringing.

B
rilliant light blue with specks of navy blue were staring down at her, and Henry’s mouth was moving, but she couldn’t hear him, just the high pitch ringing. She reached up to touch him and she saw her hand was bleeding; she brought both of her hands close to her face to see them. Her hands where cut and bleeding and she remembered the package. The only thing she could think of was a bomb, but who would want to hurt her? Jamie tore her eyes off of her wounded hands and to Henry. She hoped the rebels weren’t behind this, because that meant the man she was falling in love with, just tried to kill her.

Her father and Ryan came behind Henry and pushed him away. Jamie’s father took her into her arms, as her hearing came back a little.

“
What the hell happened!” her father yelled and looked over his shoulder a Kis r bt Henry. She couldn’t see him anymore.

“
I don’t know sir, a package came for Miss Moore, and she opened it,” Henry said, and she closed her eyes. Her hands felt like they were on fire, and she moaned.

“
Ryan, call Doctor Martin, now!” Jamie’s father yelled, and he looked back down at her. She had never seen her father cry before, and he had fresh tears in his eyes along with some running down his cheeks. “Shh, you’re going to be okay,” he said and moved her hair out of her face.

Henry came back in
her vision, and he looked pale. She took a deep breath and looked back at her father. “M-my hands,” she said, and he nodded.

“
I know, sweetie, the doctor will be here soon to fix them,” he said, and lean down to kiss her forehead. Cynthia appeared next to her father with a white wash cloth, she smiled sweetly at Jamie.

“
Let me clean up your wounds, so when Doctor Martin gets here he’ll know what to treat them,” she said, and her father nodded. Jamie felt the warm wet wash cloth gently wipe her face, and it stung; she kept her eyes on the older woman. This was the woman that kissed her scraps when she was a kid. Jamie loved this woman as if she was her mother. “Jamie, I’m going to spray some cool water on your hands. I want to clean them for the doctor; it will help him treat you faster.” Jamie nodded and closed her eyes. She felt a little relief when the cool water hit her burning hands.

“
The doctor will be here soon, sir,” Ryan said from somewhere behind her father.

Her father stood up and started walking
toward the large downstairs study. “Tell him we are in here.” Jamie could now see Ryan, and when he saw her his mouth dropped opened.

Ryan placed his hand on her father’s shoulder before they could pass.
“Sir, I need to talk to you about what just happened. Maybe let the Blues take her and treat her until Martin gets here.”

Her father looked down at her, and some of his hot tears fell on her face.
“Okay, Henry I need you to bring Jamie to the study. Cynthia can you just be there for her, make her not hurt as bad until Martin gets here?” He took his green eyes away from hers and looked over to where Henry and Cynthia were.

“
I will do my best, sir,” Cynthia said, and Henry walked up to her and her father.

“
I need you to help her, but be careful.” Her father said, and Henry nodded. He took her as gently as he could, but her left hand rubbed against the front of his shirt; she screamed and he looked down at her with panic all over his face.

He carried her out of the room and
toward the study; when they were away from her father and Ryan she pressed her face closer to his warm chest.

Chapter Nine

Confessi NHermon="on

Henry gently laid Jamie on the large wood table, and he felt sick; he should have checked the package for a bomb. He should have opened it first to make sure it was okay, this was his fault.
Now she lay moaning with pain because of him; he wondered if this was the rebels but shook his head. They didn’t know about her, not yet.

“
H-henry.” He heard Jamie whisper his name, and he moved back to her side. Her beautiful porcelain was now covered in scraps, and bright red blood.

He took her bur
nt hand gently in his. “Jamie I promise you I will find out who did this and they will pay.” If this was the rebels they would hurt by his hands.

She closed her green eyes and mouth,
“No.”

“
Jamie you can’t expect me to stand here and do nothing. Not after seeing a bomb blow up in your hands.” He knew that the
image of her flying across the room and fire coming out of her hands out of his head, but what would haunt him the most would be her scream.

Jamie opened her eyes, and smiled.
“Please don’t do anything, let my father be the evil one.” The door opened behind him, and he removed his hand from hers; he grabbed a white wash cloth that Mrs. Hudson must have placed there for him. He would have to thank her later.

“
Move let me see her,” a male’s voice said, and Henry did what he was told; an older man with black hair, and brown eyes took his place. He looked down at Jamie’s injured hands, and moved her face from side to side to see the damage. “I have some new cream I can put on this, it should clear it up by the morning,” the Doctor said and turned to face William.

“
Is this cream something you’ve created, and hasn’t been tested yet?” William asked and walked toward his daughter on the other side.

“
William, she has third degree burns. Normally I would use a skin grafting or apply synthetic skin to the infected area. That can take weeks, and my new cream will work faster.”

William looked down at Jamie as she whimpered in pain.
“What are the side effects?” he asked as he closed his eyes. Henry wanted to take Jamie in him arms, he wanted to kiss her and take away her pain.

“
It will hurt like hell, but her hands won’t look like this,” the doctor said as he pointed down at Jamie. She looked so broken and small.

“
Fine,” was all William said and the doctor nodded.

“
We’ll need someone to help hold her down.” Henry felt Ryan step forward, but he kept his eyes on Jamie as she slowly opened her eyes.

“
I don’t want…him to…touch me,” Jamie said, and William looked at Henry.

“
Henry, I need you to help me hold her down.”
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He nodded at William and walked
toward Jamie. He pressed on her shoulders to hold her down.

“
It might make it easier if you get on top of her,” the doctor suggested.

Henry nodded,
climbed on top of the table, straddled her chest, and pushed down on Jamie’s shoulders. She kept her eyes on his, and he had to hold back his grin.

“
Good, now when I apply the cream she will try to pull away. Don’t let her,” the doctor said and he pressed a little harder.

He locked his eyes with hers, and she screamed. Henry looked over his should and saw that the doctor was
applying the cream to her hands. The skin was sizzling and he looked back at her. He hated that he couldn’t take her into his arms and tell her it would be alright. Tears were streaming down her red cheeks, and Henry glanced over at William.