He can be rough, overpower me, make me submit to him. But I allow him through my own free will. He does it in such a safe manner that I never question him, never think he’ll truly cause me harm. It would break him if he thought he did.
Especially now.
The hesitant touches, stopping at our first kiss after so long—even in the gym. He held back, looking at me for reassurance.
Though I’m no fool; I know it’s the devil that sleeps next to me in bed at night. I just can’t help but love how the flames of his hell warm me.
He stuck true to his pledge. I really did eat my words when he fucked me, consumed with desire, need, and love.
I’ll never leave him again, hopefully never go through anything like that again.
We’re better together, if we can class it as that, label us as a couple again. We’ve catapulted back into our normal ways, and he’s eradicated any doubts of underlying hurt lurking in him.
It doesn’t take away what I did, but I too was hurting at that point, and the old saying goes that hurt people, hurt people.
Mine was unintentional, and I thought I was doing him a favour so he could live his life.
But there is no me without Saint.
There never will be.
Regina’s voice pulls me from my thoughts. “Ready to go?”
I nod in response, opening the car door and sliding out into the carpark. Dawson rounds the truck, speaking on the phone to his ear.
We had another jeep following us, our very own security team.
The event is in two days’ time, and Dawson had to order me a wig and other accessories we wouldn’t find easily in store.
Him and Shona said it would be better if I dyed my hair, but Regina threw a fit when the words left their mouths. Her hands lay protectively over my dark hair at the mere thought of throwing a bleach on my virgin locks.
Not that I would mind, but the thought of sitting for hours in a salon, especially seeing as I have a target on my back, wasn’t practical.
Dawson nods ahead. “You ladies lead the way; the guys will follow.”
I turn in that direction, seeing the familiar SUV off in the distance, two men and a woman getting out. You’d never know they were security; they’re in a normal car and dressed in regular clothes.
We know they’ve got the skills of killers and are likely armed in places you’d never imagine.
The three of us head into the centre of town. We drove a little further than the one closest to The Pit, seeing as it has more to offer.
And by offer, I mean a clothing boutique that sells the type of attire I’ll need for a secret society event.
Regina guides us from the map on her phone, leading us towards the store. It’s small, the all-white walls and bright lights ready to entice a migraine out of me.
“I’ve emailed the girls, by the way. They’re all good,” she says beside me.
I breathe a sigh of relief. “Thank you.”
We’re not overbearing employers, so our silence wouldn’t go massively unnoticed.
For the length of time we’ve been away, and with no future date on when we’ll return, we need to cover our backs.
I glance over to my shoulder at Dawson, who looks like a bored boyfriend, but his eyes dart off every single angle of the room, watching for any threats.
“Have you ever been to one of these events?” I ask him, my hand reaching out to fist the material of a blue gown.
He shakes his head. “Not personally. I’ve seen what goes on. Saint’s the only one that’s gotten close enough inside. We have a guy on the inside, though the communication is minimal to keep him safe.”
