Lilly looks at me, confused, and I give her a look that says,I’ll explain later.
“Did you like the other kids?” I ask, purposely avoiding the fact that he witnessed the poisoning—even if he doesn’t understand what it was.
“I did.”
“But you never talked to the other kids.”
“I don’t like talking, just playing. Blood brought me soldiers and a soccer team. Wanna play with me?”
We spend the whole day at the clinic. I have burgers and milkshakes delivered, and Bruno and Lilly have an absolute feast, while I mostly pretend to eat—too fascinated by the instant bond forming between them.
Lilly chats with him, answering all his questions, and she is honest when he asks if she could live here too. She explains that she is a student and has her own house, but that she will visit him often.
She didn’t need to promise that. If it were anyone else, I’d be worried about setting the boy up for another disappointment. But with Lilly, I know it won’t be the case—because I remember her telling me how her own parents let her down.
“It’s time for him to rest,” the nurse says, looking nervous.
“It’s time for us too,” I reply, because the poor woman looks about ready to have a nervous breakdown, probably intimidated by my size.
“Bruno, we have to go,” Lilly says. “But I’ll come back so we can play more.”
He holds up his little hand. “How many fingers of days, Angel Lilly?”
She glances at her phone, probably checking her class schedule, then gently holds up three of his fingers, which seems to satisfy him.
“You too?” the boy asks me.
“I won’t always come on the same days as Lilly, but I’ll come back too.”
He clings to her, hugging her neck, but catches me off-guard when he pulls away from her arms and stops in front of me.
I kneel to be at his level.
“Don’t leave forever,” he says, repeating what he said earlier, once again surprising me with his maturity.
Pain has made him grow up way too fast.
“I won’t leave forever,” I promise, and this is the first time I’ve ever made a true commitment to another human being, something I always swore I’d never do.
He hugs me too, and as I hold him, I look over at my blonde angel—the one even a wounded child could recognize—and I try to fight the ever-growing feeling that I won’t let her go again.
Lilly is mine.
Chapter 43
“Why aren’t you talking to me?” she asks as I start pulling the car into the garage of my building.
I don’t answer. When I park, without saying a word, I push my seat all the way back, unbuckle her seatbelt, and pull her onto my lap.
“Amos?”
“We’ll talk later, Lillyana. Right now, I want to fuck you.”
“Here?” Her voice comes out in a shaky whisper.
“I’m not waiting. I need that pussy sliding down my cock. I want you to swallow every inch of me.”
Her breathing picks up, but I give her no time to think. My hands are already pushing her dress up and touching her panties.
