Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 80471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
If you only ever knew Dav at the surface level, you would be apt to roll your eyes at that declaration. No one would blame you. Dav had a lot of, well, surface. A lot of joviality and bravado, this extroverted shell that appeared so open and lighthearted.
But those of us who’d been in the trenches with Davide knew that all that surface was just there to hide the depths inside of him.
A well that was fed endlessly with darkness and violence.
I had no idea what had happened in Dav’s past to create the kind of rage and bloodlust you could find inside him at times.
I just knew it existed.
And when he was saying dark things like that, he wasn’t just saying things. He meant every last word.
Normally, I would bristle at the idea that a man, any man, would suggest that I needed him to fight my battles for me.
Somehow, though, as I drifted off to sleep, all I could think was how nice it would be for someone else to pick up my fight for me for a change.
CHAPTER FIVE
Dav
I stayed there in the bed until her eyelids started to twitch as she drifted into the depths of REM before slowly untangling myself from Cinna and making my way out of the room.
I hadn’t slept.
I’d been too worried about her, constantly opening the door to check and make sure she was still breathing, not trusting that she didn’t have some kind of brain injury.
It was pure paranoia on my part, but I couldn’t reason with my anxiety until I finally heard her whimpering, letting me know she was awake.
I’d had the pills for hours at that point.
If you had a roll of cash and someone willing to go out and find a dealer, you could have just about any kind of pain medication you wanted. The clean shit. Nothing laced in it.
My men had probably cleaned out three dealers to get as many pills as I now had sitting in a plastic bag in a kitchen drawer. But I wanted to make sure I had enough to keep Cinna comfortable. I knew from looking at her that she was gonna feel worse before she started to get better.
She’d still been a little in shock, still recovering from the adrenaline, before she fell asleep.
Once all that subsided, the pain was going to be insufferable.
In the kitchen, I put a pot of coffee on before reaching for my phone and adding a bunch of shit to my cart. Things to keep dressing her wounds and replace what I’d taken out of my medical kit. A shitton of ice packs. Over-the-counter meds that would help with swelling. A few brace options for her wrist. An assortment of panties.
I didn’t bother with more clothes, since her life would be much easier if she just kept going without pants and wearing button or zip-ups until her wrist healed.
I didn’t say it to her yet, because even hurt and emotional, Cinna was Cinna. And she wasn’t going to hear reason. But I wasn’t going to let her go home when she woke up. I wasn’t going to let her go home… period.
She needed somewhere to rest and recover. She needed someone around to help her with things. Like wrapping her ribs and wrist. Like cleaning up her feet, as needed. Cutting up her food. Getting her things. Even washing her hair.
She hadn’t really wrapped her head around just how injured she was. And maybe that was because she hadn’t even looked at herself yet.
I had a feeling that keeping her dosed consistently for the next two or three days might be the best bet. Get her through the worst of the pain. She’d still be sore. And her ribs and wrist would still be killing her, but all the other pains would have subsided by then.
Each time she woke up whimpering, desperate for me to press the pills into her mouth and hold up the water for her to rinse them down with.
I caught cat naps between those doses, waking up with my heartbeat punching against my ribcage, worried she might have stubbornly snuck out when my eyes were closed.
But she was always right there, lounging in my bed. Like I’d imagined countless times before. More, even, than she would imagine with all my rampant flirting.
In her eyes, I was just a dog in general. And I guess she wasn’t exactly wrong about that either. I damn sure enjoyed more than my fair share of women. So the flirting I did with her was just an extension of that. Casual, not serious.
But if there was ever something I was serious about, it was how much I was into Cinna.
In a physical way, sure. She was drop dead fucking gorgeous. I’d spent more than a few moments in the shower thinking about her long, silky hair wrapped around my hand as I fucked her from behind, or gliding across my thighs as she went down on me. And I was pretty sure if this woman existed in ancient times where they did that kind of shit, monuments would be built to honor the woman’s breasts.