Sweetest Torture (Sweetest Kill Book 2) (7 page)

That wouldn’t work. The fire would
start coming up through the floor soon. The amount of smoke outside was too
great for this to be a small grease fire in the kitchen.

What am I going to do?

I run and grab a white tank top out
of my top drawer, I drench it in water and gently rang it out of excess water.
I hold the wet garment in my hand. If the smoke comes in, I can cover my face
for as long as I am able.

*Bang *

It’s right outside now. The person
with the gun. At this moment I don’t know if I am more afraid of being shot to
death, or burning.

I decide that burning might be the
more painful way to go.

I open my mouth and let out a blood
curdling scream.

Someone might hear me. If anyone is
still here.

Suddenly the door flies open.

I jump to the side of the bed
worried that whoever is out there is the one who was shooting earlier, might
come in guns blazing.

I look up and I am met with a
familiar pair of clear blue eyes.

Eyes like the ocean.

Eyes that haunt my every waking
moment.

“We have to get out of here, let’s
go… NOW”

He races toward me and grabs my
arm.

He yanks me through the hall way
and down the front stairs. I don’t have shoes on. He notices this, and grabs me
throwing me over his shoulder, never taking his hand off his weapon.

When we get outside I notice Adam
is standing there. He has several other FBI agents behind him, all with guns
drawn.

None of them say anything to Dean.
He walks with me over to a truck. Not the same truck he had when I was with
him. This one is red, it’s older.

He opens the door and pushes me up
on the seat. Slamming the door.

Adam comes around the side and
opens my door.

“I am going to talk to you later,
don’t take off from him okay?”

I nod

Dean is in the driver’s seat, key
in the ignition. He doesn’t say anything to me. He’s covered in blood. He pulls
away. Driving down the long road.

I am watching out the passenger
window. I’m not really sure I can say anything to him.

I open my mouth to say thank you.
He turns the radio on too loudly for me to speak.

We drive for what feels like an
hour. I start to fall asleep, just as we pull into a hotel parking lot.

Dean shuts off the car, grabs a T
shirt from the back and throws it on. Grabbing a duffle bag out of the back
before he opens the truck door and locks it, slamming it shut when he’s done.

He comes around to my side, opens
my door, takes me by the arm and with the other hand locks my door.

We walk into the hotel. His hand
never releasing my arm.

He is already checked in. we don’t
stop by the service desk. Instead, we walk straight to the elevators. Dean
produces a card and places it into the slot near the elevator pad

He doesn’t enter a floor number.
Instead the elevator begins to move on its own.

When it finishes, Dean grabs my arm
again and drags me through the doors.

We aren’t on a floor with multiple
rooms, instead we are in a suite near the top of the building.

The far wall is made of clear
window glass. Overlooking the nearby city.

Everything inside is perfect. There
is a kitchen table, a couch, a big screen TV. It’s the largest hotel room I
have ever seen.

Dean kicks his shoes off, and
releases my arm.

He slowly takes all his clothing
off, until he is wearing nothing but his boxer briefs.

He still isn’t looking at me.

He walks to the bathroom. Turns on
the shower and slams the door behind him. I hear the door click and lock.

Like I was going to walk in there?

His behavior is hurting me. He’s
angry. I didn’t ask him to come and save me.

I sit down on the floor right by
the door. I don’t want to walk into the room.  I don’t know what else to do. Being
near a door I can actually open feels safest.

I want to cry. I feel like I need
it. I have to release the emotions of everything that has just happened. An hour
ago I was on death’s door step. I could have died in that fire. When Dean
walked down those stairs I saw the flames. They were everywhere. If we had been
a single minute later getting out of that room, the stairs would have been
engulfed, there would have been no escaping.

I feel tired. I feel so heavy and
tired. An exhaustion I have never truly in my life experienced. I close my eyes
and try to fall asleep. Even for just a few moments.

I have been sleeping for a long
time. My muscles feel sore for some reason. Like I have been lying the same
position for too long.

I open my eyes and notice that I am
no longer on the floor against the door but rather in a bed. I jerk up
suddenly, remembering the fire. Several moments later I remember Dean saving
me.

I look up, he is standing at the
door, and he isn’t wearing a shirt, just a pair of athletic shorts. Like he
always use to when we were together.

I roll back over, curling into a
ball as I do. I pull the blanket and sheet over my head.

Seeing him is hard. It’s harder
than I thought it would be. When Red kidnapped me I thought that the moment I
saw Dean’s face again would be the moment everything would be right. But then I
remember, he stalled on getting me away from Red. He had information he wanted
from Red, more than he wanted me. I should be happy he came for me.

It doesn’t feel right though. He
seems angry with me. I feel resentment rolling off him. It hurts.

“You have clothes and soap in the
bathroom if you want to take a shower. I also grabbed your IPod. It’s in the
living room.”

I look at him. I have so many damn
things I want to say. But I can’t form a single one. I can’t ask him what took
him so long. I can’t ask him to let me go, I can’t ask him to tell me he loves
me. I need so much from him and yet part of me wants nothing at all. Part of me
wants to wash my hands of all of this and never see his face again.

I nod in understanding. I stand up,
cross the room and breeze past him. Careful not to make any physical contact. I
don’t know that I could handle him touching me.

I walk to the bathroom door,
glancing back at him as I do. He’s still looking in the direction where I was
lying just a few moments before. He doesn’t turn to watch me walk into the
bathroom.

Like he did last night I close the
door, and lock it.

Not that he would try and come in.

I notice there are two types of
body wash in the bathroom. There is the coconut one, which matches my bubble
bath. The scent that Dean loved so much and there is another bottle, this one
smells like roses.

Dean and I had a conversation once,
he made fun of me being picky about which scents I choose to wash with. I told
him washing with floral soap made me feel like an old lady. I refused to buy
anything that wasn’t coconut or vanilla. Part of me wanted to flatter myself in
his choice of scents, one he knew I would use one that he loved, and one that
he knew I would never touch because I didn’t love it myself.

I select the floral scented soap,
placing it in the shower along with my razor, shaving cream and shampoo. I
haven’t shaved in weeks. Adam said he couldn’t convince Red to allow me to have
anything sharp.

I turn around and look at the
coconut soap once more. It makes me sad. Which is pathetic. I am so damn
pathetic. I pick it up and slam it in the garbage can.

When I finish my extra-long shower
I feel a little better.

I brush my hair, I put on some
lotion and before I walk out the door. I put in my headphones. I have never
missed music so much in my whole life.

I place my dirty towel in a laundry
basket that Dean has by the front door. Then I take a seat by the door the way
that I had yesterday. I don’t look to see where he is. I don’t look to see if
he wants me to do something.

I close my eyes.

I listen to Adam Levine sing
She
will be Loved
. One of my most favorite songs. But I skip it.

Suddenly a song I have never heard
before comes on. I click the screen to my IPod on as I listen to the words.
It’s called The Last Song Ever by Secondhand Serenade.

I have heard this band before, not
this song. This song is raw, and emotional. I listen to the lyrics, but I only
get through the first 2 minutes before I realize just why it was added. It’s a
song about loving someone, asking for forgiveness, but still having to say
goodbye. I rip the ear buds out of my ear and throw the entire thing several
feet away from me.

I don’t want to hear anymore. I
don’t want to hear his words.

“Will you please get up off the
floor?” Dean says, he hasn’t spoken since I got out of the shower. I have been
sitting here for more than an hour.

I look at him, but shake my head
no.

I don’t know why I feel more
comfort by the door. Maybe it’s because I feel like if I need to escape I can
do so quickly.

“Do you want something to eat? You
need to eat, we can order something.”

I nod. I should eat, if not for me
than for the baby

He grabs a menu off the desk and
sits on the sofa. Motioning for me to come and sit beside him.

I don’t. I opt to sit in a chair
beside the sofa instead.

He doesn’t like that.

He hands me the menu. I look it
over. I choose a cheesy omelet, toast and fruit. I point to my selection. Never
saying a word.

He doesn’t like this either. But he
says nothing. He stands up, goes to the hotel phone and places my order. He
also orders my apple juice and decaf coffee.

So he does remember I am pregnant.
Good to know.

He sits down and turns on the TV,
it’s the news. It feels sad but I get really excited to see what the upside
world has been up to since I have been kept away from it all.

The fire at Red’s is on. A large
farm house burned to the ground, several people died before they could escape.
That’s all they reported.

I look at Dean who is watching me.
He changes the channel without taking his eyes off me. It goes to one of those
cooking shows. He knows I like them. I use to watch them all day on my days
off.

I fold my knees up to my chest
while I watch. I can feel him watching me.

There’s a knock at the door. Dean
grabs his gun and walks to the peephole when he notices that it is room
service, he puts the gun into the back of his waistband and pulls his shirt
over to cover it.

He wheels the table in, and hands
the person a tip.

He carries my food to me, setting
it down on the small end table on the other side of the sofa.

He walks to me, grabs my hand. He isn’t
rough in his motion, but I don’t want him touching me. He leads me to the sofa
where he was sitting and makes me sit beside him.

I try my best to ignore him. I
watch the show and eat the food but he’s too close. There are three separate
cushions and he is pretty much sitting on mine with me.

When I finish eating I stand to
take care of my dishes, but Dean jumps up and takes them from me, telling me to
sit back down and relax. I do.

I watch about an hour of cooking
shows before I feel really tired and lay my head on the arm of the sofa. Dean
goes into the other room and grabs a fleece blanket. Covering me up but sitting
right back to where he was before.

He pulls my legs onto his lap. I
try and pull them away, but he doesn’t let me.

I can’t sleep this way. Not with
him touching me.

“I need to hear your voice Liv.”
His voice is tight.

I look at him. He seems sad “you
were a complete dick after you saved me. You didn’t say two words to me. What
do you really think I am going to say? After everything. You were not coming to
save me. You let me stay in that place for a month. What do you really want me
to say?”

“Thank you would be a start.” He
mutters

“Thank you Dean.” I reply

“I was always coming to get you,
but I needed something from Red first.” He explains

“So you used me as a bargaining
chip? You let me stay there not even knowing if I was safe?”

“I knew you were safe. I knew what
Adam was, I knew you were going to be okay. I just needed to know some things
first. Red had information that only he could give, and I couldn’t risk not
getting it. I have waited too long to just let him go to jail and never get
what he owed me.”

“He owed you something? What?”

“I can’t tell you.” He says quietly

“Okay.”

“Liv…”

“No, I totally get it. I get it all
Dean. I fell in love with you. I am pregnant with your fucking baby, and you
didn’t save me until you had what you needed. I know you don’t give a shit
about me. But honestly if you aren’t going to share, then don’t fucking talk to
me. Just tell me what I need to do to get away from you and you won’t ever have
to see me again. You can go off with your wife, and you won’t have to ever look
my way.”

He suddenly sits up straight, he
grabs my arm and yanks me up onto his lap so that I am straddling him.

“You are the biggest idiot I have
ever met. Do you have any idea the shit I have gone through to save your ass?
How do you not know how I feel about you? Everyone else seems to know, but you
don’t have a fucking clue. How is that?”

“I don’t know.”

“I love you Olivia, I have fucking
loved you since Ashley came to me to kill you and first tailed you, I saw you
playing with your niece and you helped a little old lady who spilled her purse.
I have loved you since I watched you take pictures of some kids’ birthday party
in the park. I have fucking loved you since I came into your apartment and
heard your voice for the first time. Since I watched the way you lit up when
you talked about your brother and Josslyn and your job. I have never loved
woman the way that I love you. Don’t give me your self-pity bullshit. I know
what you went through was scary. I know that. But I have fucking killed myself
and made more deals with the devil since the day I first fell for you, all to
keep you safe. You don’t get to play that card.”