I fall into fitful dreams. They are of Derek. I fear for his life in each dream, always interrupted quickly as I come back to consciousness long enough to feel the burning agony in my side. I watch him being tortured. I watch him being hurt, and the very worst one of all, I watch him being shot. He’s kneeling on the floor of my parents’ house, just as they were, and as the gun is raised to his head, he looks to me. I love him, and I’m desperate to tell him before it’s too late, but before I can get the words out, I watch in horror as his head jolts back with the impact of the bullet. His body slumps to the floor with his eyes staring empty at nothing. I awake screaming and flailing about, but I’m being restrained and pulled from the car. I can hear the sounds of the city, and I’m relieved for a moment, until the pain hits again. It has started raining, and I’m dumped like a bag of garbage on the cold, wet concrete of the sidewalk. I don’t even try to rise as unconsciousness takes over my body again. The world goes silent and still.
Chapter 24
“What do you mean acid?” It’s Derek’s voice that I’m hearing, and it is far away.
“It isn’t terribly big, but it was used to torture her, or punish her…” I know this voice, but I can’t immediately place it.
“Ashton could never do anything to deserve this.” This is Liz, and she’s crying.
I’m comfortable and fairly conscious for the first time in a long time. I’m warm in a bed, but I’m groggy and not ready to open my eyes yet. I know the smell of these sheets. I’m in Derek’s bed, and I’m surrounded by his smell. I’m safe. As their conversation continues, I take my time opening my eyes.
“She’s going to be okay, Derek. The burn will heal, and she’s otherwise unharmed. There’s no sign of sexual assault, but she’s in a lot of pain. In fact, it’s likely why she wasn’t conscious when they found her downstairs. This type of burn can cause enormous pain. I’ve given her morphine, and I’ll leave some Vicodin for her to continue to take for a few days.” It’s the doctor. Dr. Michaels. He’s here in Derek’s room.
I hear Derek thank him for coming, and the doctor leaves the room. I continue to listen as Derek questions Liz endlessly about what she saw. She explains the car, she explains the men, she explains their dress, their appearance. She tells him every last detail she can remember. He’s patient with her. He knows she’s as concerned as he is, and as I continue to listen, I hear a new voice.
“Sounds more like the mob than anything else … or at least some organized criminal group.” It’s Frederick, and I listen to Derek agree with him. “She’s carrying a fairly heavy debt. I saw her paperwork once in the office. Something like five million plus to one particular foreign account in the Caymans. It would make sense. If it is an illegal debt she’s being forced to pay, it could very well be going offshore. And you said it’s not even her debt?”
He must be speaking to Derek, and as Derek answers, this is confirmed. “Yeah. It’s her father’s debt. Jesus. She’s been paying off a debt that doesn’t even belong to her to criminals. This can’t be the first time they’ve caught up to her, but she has never been burned before; I’m certain of it.”
“How can you be so sure?” Again it is Frederick. Liz is being quiet, but the frequent sniffling of her nose tells me she’s still very present, and still very worried.
“I know every inch of her body. She has no scars like this.” This comment sends an intimate and incredibly warm flush through my entire body.
Frederick speaks once more. “Well, she’s not paying on a five-million-dollar debt because they asked her nicely. They’ve threatened her in some way in the past. Maybe she wasn’t raped this time, but I’d be willing to guess she has been in the past. They’ve done something to scare her into paying.”
Again, Derek disagrees. “They haven’t raped her. She was a virgin when she got here. I can attest to that, but you’re right … they killed her parents. God, what more threat did she need? She told me she was there when her parents were killed. I’d be willing to bet their deaths were directly related, hell, directly caused by her father’s debt. Fuck!” And at his obvious pain, I slowly start to move.
My body hurts, but the pain is numb and distant. I can feel the burn under my arm, but it is manageable. As my eyes open slowly, I can see them at the dining room table in Derek’s apartment. Only Liz is sitting at the table, and Frederick is standing beside her with his hand on her shoulder. Her hand is on his, and I wonder for the first time what I’m seeing between the two of them, and for how long it might have been going on. Derek is standing adjacent to them at the head of the table, and as I strain to sit up, he spots my movements and rushes to me, quickly closing the space between us.
He sits beside me, and as I manage to sit up, he pulls me to his lap gently, being so careful not to touch my burn. He holds me, my head to his neck, and as I relax into his body, I start to cry in absolute relief. His body is holding me so tightly to his, as though either one of us might evaporate into thin air. I cry softy, but I finally feel safe and secure. His ferocious strength remains, but his gentle touch and demanding grip soothes my soul. I pull from his grip to see his face, and I see his eyes are glassy with well-restrained tears. My God, I love this man. I am so ridiculously in love with him.
Liz reaches us, and he lets me go just enough for me to hug her and reassure her that I’m okay. She’s apologizing and retelling every horrible moment of my abduction from her perspective. I’m heartbroken for her. Whatever guilt she feels is so very misplaced, and I know she endured hell watching me being dragged, kicking and screaming, into a darkened car. She called Derek instantly, and they’ve been going insane ever since. The police were called, but quickly sent their most inexperienced uniformed man to take her statement. I’m not surprised. I’ve been told during nearly every one of my run-ins with the thugs that the police are on their payroll, and not to expect any support from them. As Liz’s story winds down, Derek asks Frederick to make sure Liz gets to her room okay. He’s ready for them to leave, and truth be told, I am too. I’m tired, and my brain is fuzzy and lazy. I want quiet, peace, and Derek.
As he walks them to the door, I roll lazily to my stomach, gazing out at the city. It is mesmerizing in my cloudy state, and the view relaxes my whole body. Derek returns to the bed, drops his clothes on the floor, and climbs in next to me.
He’s close by my body, on his side, and he speaks in a quiet and intimate voice. “I don’t expect you to make love to me tonight, but I want you naked.”
I look over to him with a small smile as I start to wriggle the straps of my nightgown down my shoulders. He helps as I move the loose gown down my body. Once it’s removed and I’m lying naked on my stomach, he leans down to my back and starts kissing gently along my shoulder blade. His hands caress as his mouth trails a line across my shoulder. He’s careful not to get too close to the large bandage on my side. As he trails his fingers over my body, I get warm and wet at his touch. I hope he’ll change his mind about making love to me.
I rest my head on my up-stretched and bent arms as I continue to look at the lights of the city. His kisses keep working over my neck and shoulders, moving down my back to my bottom. I don’t think for a moment to stop him when he kisses trails along the round cheeks. He kisses farther down my legs, over the back of my thighs to the back of my knees that tickle at the touch of his warm mouth. When he reaches my calves, he bends each up to his mouth as he kisses along their length to my heels. I focus on nothing but the lights and the warmth of his mouth. It is so incredibly sensuous. My body is warm and relaxed, and so ready for him. When I roll to face him, his eyes are weary and worried, but he started this seduction. How could he have not thought I’d want to finish it? His touch, his body, relaxes my soul. It is the very reassurance I need to affirm I’m okay; I’m safe at last.