Sweetest Torture (Sweetest Kill Book 2) (8 page)

His hands are on either side of my
face, he isn’t letting me look away “I know that my baby is inside of you right
now, I know that things are going to get a hell of a lot worse before they get
better, but I am telling you Olivia, I love you. I love you so much it fucking
hurts. You are my whole life. You don’t even know how much it hurt me to not be
able to take care of you. It killed me.”

The pad of his thumb gently rubs
the tears away that are falling down my cheek.

“I love you too.” I whisper. “So
much Dean.”

His lips are forceful against mine.
So many feelings are being passed between us. His kiss is hard and needy, mine
is regretful.

He reaches down and pulls my shirt
quickly over my head. He nudges me up so that he can remove my jean shorts.

There is nothing slow or gentle
about what happens next, Dean removes himself from his shorts and plunges into
me so hard and fast, my first cry is a blissful mixture of pain and pleasure.

He’s groaning all sorts of things
but I can’t quite make any of them out. He has me held so close to him. Like he
is afraid to let me go. His thrusts are continuous and at the same speed.

He is saying my name. He’s saying
how sorry he is, how much he loves me.

I tell him I love him too.
Scratching my nails against his back as he picks up the pace. I know that he is
close. I can feel his desperation to try and make this last longer.

“It’s okay.” I whisper in his ear.

This sends him over the edge, I am
not far behind. He’s still holding me so tightly. He doesn’t let go for several
moments. “I love you so much.”

We move to the bedroom, and we
don’t leave until much later in the evening, when Dean announces that we need
to eat.

He was in a really good mood for
the entire day. He didn’t want to let me go, unless I was going to the bathroom
he was with me. His desperation to constantly touch me was evident. I thought
it was sweet.

“No matter what happens. No matter
what anyone ever tells you, I want you to know that I love you. That I will
always love you. Promise me you will always remember that.”

I promised him.

Of course I didn’t realize what
this promise met. He was leaving me.

There is a banging at the door the
next morning. I moan slightly at being woken up too quickly, I rub my hand
along the other side of the bed, feeling for Dean but he isn’t there. I sit up,
pulling the sheet around me as I do. His spot is cold. He hasn’t been here for
a while.

The banging sound continues. I get
up, throw on my T-shirt and shorts and I walk out into the living room.

It’s clean. It wasn’t clean when we
went to bed last night. Dean and I had sex on pretty much every solid surface
of this suite last night. Lamps were pulled down, pillows tossed in random
areas. It was a disaster.

He must have woken up and cleaned
it last night. I walk to the bathroom to see if he is in the shower. The door
is open and the light is off.

I call out: “Dean?”

No answer.  Odd.

The knocking starts up again. This
time it isn’t as loud as it was before. Whoever is on the other side, must have
heard me call out to Dean. Then I consider maybe its Dean. Maybe he stepped out
and forgot his key.

I walk to the peephole and look
through. It’s not Dean, its Adam.

I look around the room behind me. Something
feels off.

I open the door. Adam is smiling
“Hey.”

I move to the side so that he can
come through. He’s wearing a suit. I see his name tag on the pocket of his suit
jacket.

He’s carrying a bakery box “I
bought donuts. I figured you might be hungry.”

“Thanks.” I say. He sits down on
the couch, and opens the box allowing me to select one.

“How are you?” He asks?

“I’m great. The first night was a
little rough, but now things are pretty decent Dean and I talked and I think I
know where we stand so that helps. How are things with your dad? Is he in
jail?”

Adam looks at me and frowns “Dean
didn’t tell you anything that happened?”

I shake my head. “We didn’t really
have time.”

“Red is dead. Dean killed him.”

“Oh.”

“Do you have to arrest him for
murder now?”

Adam laughs, but it’s not humorous
“No Olivia, I was there when it happened. The fire happened so quickly that it
changed things. Remember when I told you that I needed information on a human
trafficking case? That that information was what I was waiting on to lock Red
up? Well, Dean needed his own information. His mother. Matthew gave Red his
mother 6 years ago. That was the first time I met Dean. We have been working
together to try and bring Red down. That same day, Red sold my mother. My
father sold both women to killers. Black Market organ donors. They are both
dead.”

“So Dean killed him?”

“He did. Before I could. My father
promised me that if I came to work for him, he would tell me where she was. For
years he promised me that she was safe. Part of me knew he was lying, which is
why I joined the FBI. I can work quietly with them on bringing my dad down. But
not alert my father as to what is happening in the slight chance that she was
alive. The problem is, he knew where the women were going and he knew what was
going to happen.”

“Wow.” I manage. Poor Dean

“I wonder why Dean never told me.”

“I’m not sure, but now that he
knows where his son was sold, he will go and find him and bring him back to
Stella.”

What?

“Dean has a son?” I ask. I can feel
the donut churning in my stomach

“Yeah, he married Stella when she
got pregnant. I thought you knew all of this?”

“No.” I whisper “I didn’t know he
had a son. So he’s gone to look for his son?”

“He is. He paid for the room for
you, for however long you want to stay. He doesn’t know when he will be back,
he could be gone a few weeks or he could be gone much, much longer. He left
money for you too. I have all the bank account information here for you.”

He pulls an envelope out of his
pocket and hands it to me. It’s thick, like it contains much more than bank
information.

Dean. He has a son. He has a son
with Stella. He told me he loved me. He lied. He told me that Stella meant
nothing to him. How could having a child with her be possible, but with me it’s
some conspiracy?

And his leaving me here?

I could understand him going to
find his child, but it’s the fact he never told me he had a child to begin
with.

I’m angry.

Maybe I am jealous.

I feel sick.

I race to the bathroom just in
time. Dry heaves rack through my body. Too much stress.

 I brush my teeth and splash cool
water on my face before I walk back out and see Adam sitting on the couch in
the same position.

“Can you take me home?”

He waits a few moments before he
replies; “sure.”

I don’t really have anything to
pack. I grab my IPod and that’s it. I don’t have a purse and I don’t want
anything that Dean bought for me.

He didn’t even say goodbye.

The ride back is fairly quiet. Adam
stops often to ask me how I am doing, to buy me drinks. Makes sure I’m not
going to throw up.

He’s caring. Which I really
appreciate. His job was over the moment that Red died, but he still took the
time to come and check on me. He is still taking me back home.

He asks if we can be friends. I
agree. I need all the friends I can get. My life needs people I can trust. Adam
is that.

He tells me that Jaxon knows I was
kidnapped but he doesn’t know that Dean had anything to do with it. I probably
won’t ever share that bit of information with him.

We pull up to the townhouse. It
looks exactly the same as it did the day I left. The lawn is perfectly mowed.
The flowers look beautiful and watered. When we enter my apartment it is clean
and dusted. My mail from the last 4-5 weeks is sitting on my kitchen table,
along with a fresh vase of flowers.

“Someone has been here?” I ask
Adam, I don’t know why I assume he will know

“Your mother and Alexis. They have
been coming every day for the last week since we got the money sent over to Red
and knew that you would be released. They should be here soon. I texted your
friend about an hour ago that we were on the way.”

My mom?

Right away there is a knock on the
front door. I open it to see my mom, with Alexis behind her. My mother begins
sobbing right away “Oh my God, my beautiful baby. You’re okay.”

“Mommy.” I cry, hugging her. She
rubs my back, my hair holding me tightly. I can feel her hot tears on my cheek
as she refuses to let go. Which okay because I don’t ever want her to let me go
again. “Oh baby I am so glad you are okay.” She murmurs into my hair.

We finally part. She tucks my hair
behind my ear and begins gently patting my face and shoulders, looking me up
and down to make sure that I am okay and whole.

After the way everything ended with
Jaxon and ultimately me moving out, my mother is the last person I expect to give
me a homecoming. But to be perfectly honest I have never loved her or needed
her more in my entire life than I do right now.

She steps away, and I notice my
best friend crying. I open my arms and she runs into them. “You stupid bitch,
how could you go and get kidnapped. I have been so worried about you. Dean
couldn’t tell us anything, Ryan told me they were working on finding you.  Dean
was a wreck when I saw him a few weeks ago. He looked like he hadn’t eaten or
slept in days. I am so glad he found you and brought you home to us. Jaxon and
Josslyn have been freaking out too. Joss refused to go to daycare. She won’t
listen to anything Jaxon says until her auntie comes back. We have all missed
you so much baby.”

“I missed you too Lex, so much.”

Adam announces that he has to get
going. He leaves the envelope that Dean gave him behind. He tells me to look at
it when I am ready, but asks me not to just throw it away. He smiles when he
says this, like he knows me well enough already to know that I was planning on
doing just that.

I thank him for everything he has
done. My mom thanks him, Alexis hugs him. He laughs.

Mom fusses. A lot. She doesn’t let
me do much. They know I am pregnant. I assume Adam told them. Mom cleans and
cooks. Alexis paints my toes and does my hair. She makes a lot of ‘tsking’
noises in disapproval over the status of my hair. Which makes me laugh. It
feels nice to be back in a world where that is my biggest issue.

I get rid of the couch the day
after I get home. Too many memories. I post it on a second hand website.  A
private buyer pays for it, a mover comes in and takes it away. Hands me the
money and that is that.

I order a new one. One that allows
me to put my feet up the way you can in a recliner.

Jaxon brings Joss buy a few days
later. He called me the night that I got back. He was crying. I have never in
my life heard my brother cry. When he came over, he cried again. And then I
sobbed as I held my niece in my arms while she cried and clung to my neck. No
one could get her to let me go. After a while they stopped trying. She slept in
my arms after hours of asking me all about my adventure. Of course Jaxon didn’t
tell her I was kidnapped. We made up a story that I went to climb mountains
near Disney World. She was two, she just wanted to hear about Snow White.

When Jaxon, Joss and mom left at
the end of the day Alexis stayed. In fact she pretty much moved in with me. She
went with me to a doctor’s appointment a week after I returned. Despite all the
stress the baby was perfect. I was about 10 weeks, and I got to see what my
baby looked like.

It only hurt a little to do that
without Dean.

It only hurt a little more when he
didn’t call after the first week.

A little more after the first
month.

When I found out that we were
having a little boy. The pain was just a slight stab in the heart.

Mom and Dad divorced.

Apparently she filed after I went missing, and Dad refused
to let her help in the search efforts she decided that she couldn’t take him
anymore.

Mom is happier sans dad. She sings in the car on the way to
the store. She swears. The first time I heard her curse I nearly peed my pants
with laughter.

She stays with Joss and Jaxon. I think Jaxon is really happy
to have her support finally.

Josslyn just loves her.

Alexis is still pretty much living with me. She keeps her
own space, but no one seems to really like it when I am alone. And to be
totally honest even 6 months later and at 8 and a half months pregnant, alone
is the last thing I want to be.

The nursery is all decorated. We did yellow and blue
pastels. I didn’t want to do anything too boyish at first, but Alexis and I got
carried away.

I started doing my photography again shortly after I
returned. At first it was hard to focus, but Alexis helped me get through the
first few jobs without panicking and feeling like something was going to
happen. It’s nice to be earning money again. Not that I needed a whole lot, I
still had my savings and money from additional photos that were ordered from
previous jobs before I went missing.

6 months later, I still have not opened his envelope.

Ryan comes by often to check on me. He never mentions Dean.
In fact after a while I start to forget that he is Dean’s brother.

He and Alexis started dating shortly after my return. I was
a little sad in some ways, because I always thought that Alexis would become my
sister in law, but my brother is so busy with Joss he has no real desire to
settle down with just one person.