“It’s much nicer than imagined.”
“Don’t.” Some of my strength has returned, and I pull against the restraints again. I have enough energy to throw her a little off balance. “Off!”
The exertion drains my energy again. My eyes close again, although I really need them to open.
“I’m taking what's min—” Allie’s statement is interrupted by her yelping in pain.
My tired eyes won’t move fast enough, but I’m able to hear Heaven cursing. I flinch at the thuds but am too weak to move my head to follow the events. I feel myself slipping out again. I have no choice but to trust Heaven to handle it.
Heaven
I’m all set to come home and yell at Axel until he truly gets that doubting me—doubting us—is not an option. We are a team since the moment we’ve met and our bond has only gotten stronger. I know that and fuck his past; he needs to know that. When I let myself in, he’s not waiting like I figured he would nor did he answer any of the texts I sent him, letting him know I was on the way. I thought maybe his phone died when it went straight to voicemail, but now, I’m not so sure. Something is off. I don’t bother yelling his name as I go toward the master bedroom. Maybe he’s taking a shower and lost track of time. His door is almost closed—something he never does when he’s home alone and my bad feeling doubles.
Quietly, I push it open then peek inside. A woman can feel a lot of things when they find a near-naked woman on top of her man. Anger will almost always be the leading emotion. In this case, an idiot would get mad and run off without reading the situation. I’m not an idiot. I squint my eyes to get a better look, but I also hear Axel’s mumbled objections.
He doesn’t sound like himself. He’s hard to understand because his speech is slurred, but his objections are clear. Allie the molester is so busy trying to get what’s mine, she doesn’t see me as I sneak inside. I stifle a giggle when he says “gross” but that’s not the focus. The rage I feel toward this bitch who has the nerve to try to hijack my man is the focus. I pray that I don’t kill her, when she pulls down his underwear.
This bitch is really gonna try to take it. Not today.
When she sees me it’s too late. I grab the bitch by her hair and slam her to the floor.
She tries to brace herself, but she’s not ready for this good, old Texan ass-whooping she’s about to get. All the frustration and anger I’ve felt toward the people who've fucked with us since I’ve known Axel pumps through my veins. Allie tries to sit up, but I slam my fist into her stupid ass face. She groans in pain, and I hit her again.
“He doesn’t want you, you stupid bitch!”
She tries to crawl away in her tacky-ass underwear.
Who in the hell wears cotton floral panties to seduce a man?
I grab the Wal-mart, multi-pack panty wearing-ass bitch by her hair and flip her on her back and pin her down. She balks when I wrap my hand around her throat.
“How do you like it? Do you like being held down, you filthy rapist?”
Allie does one of those crazy people growls then tries to claw at me. I backhand her across the face to knock that notion out of her ass. The more we fight the madder I become. How dare she try to come between us, drug someone as loving as Axel, and try to take his choice to share his body?
“No. Stop,” she begs when I keep hitting her.
I grab her jaw, squeezing hard, not caring that my nails dig into her cheeks.
“Funny. Axel asked for the same consideration. Tell me, would you have stopped?”
The truth in her eyes triggers my fury and the punch knocks her out. I don’t give a fuck that she’s practically naked. The cops can pick her up just like that. I hear Axel groan my name. Rushing to his side, I turn on the lamp and use his phone to call the police and ask for medical assistance for Axel. I leave him alone because I don’t want to tamper with anything.
His eyes flicker open, his usually brilliant blue iris are glazed over. If she weren’t passed out I’d beat her ass again. He gives me a weak smile before his eyes shut again.
I assume he’s out again until he mumbles, “I love you.”
Axel
The constant beeping is pissing me off. I’m trying to have a good dream about Heaven, and the fucking alarm just won’t stop. The fog begins to lift and my memories return in blurry snapshots. That damn, Allie. The beeping grows faster as I will my body to get up. I can’t let her take advantage. I finch internally when a hand touches me. I try to speak but even my lips feel heavy.
“Relax, Thor. Hela hasn’t returned from the underworld to take Asgard.”
Heaven and her love for Marvel movies.
I’m surprised my lips don’t hurt when I smile and the beeping falls back to a steady cadence.
“Nurse? I think he’s waking up.”
