Desiree walked over to where several of the detectives stood around talking. After letting them know she was the owner of the property and the home, she spoke with them about what they had found.
She spent the next hour talking to the detectives about what she knew of anyone wanting to harm her. That list was long considering she and her team helped a lot of women escape domestic violence.
Once the detectives left, Desiree let herself into her house and looked around to see if anything was disturbed. When shegave the officers access to her ring camera, she didn’t see anyone trying to get into the house, just a person who hid their face dropping off the package and the person picking it up, then the explosion.
All she wanted to do was go into the house, strip down, and get a hot shower and wash away the memories that plagued her when she saw the damage on her porch. Unfortunately, with her brothers, Tiny, and Maxwell still hanging around, she knew it wasn’t going to be anytime soon.
She walked into the house and went straight to the kitchen and started making coffee. As long as she kept busy, her mind wouldn’t go back into the darkness she fought so hard to get out of.
“Hey, you good?” Max walked up behind her to lean against the counter.
“Yeah. Just making everyone coffee. I want to take a shower and a nap, but I know the club will be here shortly since Jose probably text Ivy I was home. So, that’s out of the window.” Desiree sighed heavily as she pushed the lid down on the coffee maker.
“Go!”
“Go where?” Desiree asked huffily.
“Go, get your shower and take your nap. They are grown adults and can take care of themselves. They will still be here when you wake up and are ready to be around people. I’ve got your six.”
Desiree and Max got into a silent stare down, both of them leaning against the kitchen counter, arms crossed against their chests. Fuck, this man was hot as hell.
Desiree pushed off the counter and flipped Max the middle finger as she walked away. When she heard his throaty chuckle, she continued to walk away.
“Asshat!”
“Sweet dreams, Olly.”
“Fuck off, Maxwell.”
Desiree couldn’t help the smirk coming to her lips from her exchange with Max. Maybe he wasn’t an asshole after all.
Yet her mind wanted to know why he was being so nice to her. He was once best friend’s with her ex, claimed her ex knew of the fact he’d been interested in her too, yet he never tried to get to know her or become friends with her.
Her mind kept replaying the times she’d been around him. How he’d never truly interacted with her or engaged in a simple conversation with her.
She headed to her bedroom and headed to the master bathroom. She started her shower as she finished getting undressed, her mind still in overdrive.
While Desiree had been in the middle of soaping her body, her control snapped and the tears started flowing. Her body racked with violent, ugly sobs.
She never heard the knock that sounded on her bathroom door, or the voice softly calling her name in concern. She didn’t even react when she felt strong arms pulling her into their arms and held her as she cried.
When her sobs started to subside, she heard them ask if she washed her hair yet. She shook her head no.
Next thing she knew, she smelled her shampoo and then fingers working said shampoo into her hair. She’d barely held in the moan that wanted to escape when she felt their fingers massaging the shampoo and conditioner into her hair.
When they had told her to lean her head back so that they could rinse her hair, she absentmindedly listened to what they told her. She was literally numb from everything right now.
The whole world could be on fire and racing towards her house, and she wouldn’t have a care in the world if it took her out. She hadn’t felt like this in so long, it was unreal.
When they turned the water off and told her to give them a minute, she just stood there as they got out and grabbed towels to wrap her in and then themselves. She let them pick her up out of the shower and carry her into her bedroom.
When she heard them rummaging around in her drawers, she still said nothing. When they put a oversized t-shirt on her as a nightshirt, she just sat there.
When they used her towel to dry her hair and then brushed it, she just sat there. When they moved her to lay down on the bed and covered her up, all she remembered was reaching out to grab their arms and asking them to stay.
When she closed her eyes after their arm pulled her close to them, she slept. For the first time in a very long time, she slept.
The demons that usually plagued her didn’t come out to play. They let her sleep the sleep of the dead for the next couple of hours.
