Lord of London Town Read Online Tillie Cole

Categories Genre: Dark, Mafia, Romance, Suspense, Taboo Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 128585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 643(@200wpm)___ 514(@250wpm)___ 429(@300wpm)
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“I’m here for you. Let me be here for you.” Holding my head close to her, embracing me and fucking keeping me breathing, she said, “Let me love you.”

“I don’t know how,” I hushed out. “I have no fucking idea how the fuck to let you in.”

“This is a start.” She lifted my head. Her hand fell over my heart. “Don’t shut this off anymore. If you feel sad, feel sad. If you feel pain, let your body accept that pain. Joy, sadness, grief, guilt, happiness … love.” She smiled, and it just about fucking crushed me.

“No one can push them out forever. Eventually, something or someone,” she said, with a kiss, “will break through, and so will every emotion you’ve forced back into a box where it doesn’t belong.” Cheska kissed my cheeks, then pressed her forehead to mine. “I want to know you, Arthur. All of you. Every bit of darkness, every bit of sadness, all of it. The good and the bad, the hard and the soulful.”

“I’m sorry,” I said, the words feeling foreign on my tongue. “For earlier.” I gritted my teeth, not fucking knowing how to do it, how to let her in, apologise, have her truly by my side. “The video …” I shook my head. “I didn’t know how to deal with it. I still don’t …” My voice broke and I dropped my head to Cheska’s shoulder. She sat back, arse on the floor, and pulled my head down to her lap. I went. I wrapped my arms around her waist and fucking kept the rubble of the walls pinned down around my heart, kept her there, in my mind and fucking blood, kept her in the marrow of my bones.

Cheska held my head. Dropped kiss after kiss on my face, my hair, anywhere she could reach. For ages we lay there, the flames from the fireplace dancing in my eyes. But in them I saw the cottage burn, my mum and sister inside, unable to escape. I saw Cheska in my arms in the yard.

“I can’t lose you,” I said, and Cheska stopped breathing. “I can’t fucking lose you too.”

Cheska exhaled. She held me tighter. “I can’t lose you either, baby.”

Bit by bit, the ache in my chest crawled out of me, leaving only numbness behind. But it wasn’t a bad kind of numbness. It was like a junkie after a comedown, like the heat that filled your veins when the alcohol started to take effect. Cheska kept stroking my hair, and I felt my eyelids pulling down in sleep. I was so fucking tired.

The fight drained from my body, and I didn’t push Cheska out. She stayed by my side, stroking my hair. My breathing grew deep, and I exhaled. But just before I drifted off, I opened my eyes and looked right into Cheska’s. “You wrecked me, too,” I said, then let myself find comfort in the darkness. “When I met you, princess … you fucking wrecked me too.”

Cheska was asleep on the floor. The fire had died down, and only embers were left. The whisky and vodka were still rolling around inside me, but the fucking aftereffects were staring to kick in. I felt rough as fuck, but I took it. I deserved the hangover from hell I knew was coming.

It was still pitch black outside and fucking baltic. I’d only been asleep about two hours, but I’d woken up and knew I had to see it. I hadn’t been back there in twelve years. I had to go back … and I wanted Cheska to be with me.

I crouched down and stared at her face as she slept. I fucking hated myself for what I’d done to her tonight. She’d been hurt, she’d been put through the wringer at the yard, and then I’d shredded her fucking heart, pushed her away in front of my family. Embarrassed her. Made her feel like I didn’t want her.

Nothing could be further from the truth.

I breathed deep. My go-to was to block it all out. Put up the walls again and just go back to how it was. But I wouldn’t do it. I’d lose her if I did. And I wasn’t fucking losing her again.

“Princess.” I ran my finger down her face. Cheska stirred but immediately fell back to sleep. I felt a smirk pull on my lips and thought how fucking strange it felt. I never smiled unless it was before a kill. But with her, like this, refusing to wake, it was a different kind of smile. “Princess,” I said again, and Cheska’s eyes opened and she quickly sat up.

“What?” she said, panicked, wiping the sleep from her eyes. “What’s wrong? What’s happened?” Her eyes adjusted to the low light in the windowless room and she ran them over me. “Are you okay, baby? Are you hurt?”


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