Simone continued to search my eyes with her own. I pulled her down for a soft kiss. This was so fucking painful. Too many raw emotions. Taking a breath I finished the story.
“The man like a lot of Russian immigrants came to America. He changed his name…just like my own family did. And then he became the head of the Thieves Guild here in Chicago…”
Simone blinked.
It settled in.
She understood.
“Fuck…Lucin. Goddamn. Why….I don’t ….Lucien.”
Hurt people hurt people, I thought.
It was sinking in and she was already scrambling to get out of the tub and away from me.
“Why….why fucking play with me!!!!” She screamed.
“Simone, wait!”
Water dripped from my body as I stepped out. By the time I found a towel and reached her she was already getting dressed. Murder was in her eyes and for the first time, I found myself afraid of her actions.
“Let me explain, please,” I tried to block her exit.
“If you don’t want to lose your dick…get the fuck out of my way,” she sneered.
Her face had turned scarlet from some unseen force; she was furious.
There was venom dripping from her words.
“Where are you going?”
“I don’t know…I just need to clear my head. I can’t be here right now. Just please let me go.”
She was hurt that I’d hidden this huge dark secret from her and she needed time.
“I’ll give you some time,” I grabbed her arm. “But you don’t’ have much of it. You belong to me, Simone. All of you. I won’t ever let you go. You’ve made me fucking feel things…I don’t feel. And now that I have…yeah I won’t let you go. ”
She struggled against me but I didn’t care and dropped a kiss on her forehead. Then, I let her leave. The pups who had heard the yelling and commotion began to circle my feet and whine.
“She’ll be back guys,” I leaned down to pat them.
I wondered if I even believed those words.
