Wolf: SBMC Maryland, стр. 31
With a sigh, I run my hand over my face before I leave the room and head into the main room. The prospect spots me first.
“Denton!” I call his name. Everyone looks at me as I motion for him to come to me. He does without question.
“Yeah?”
“I need to thank you for what you did.”
“Just doin’ my job, Wolf,” he says keeping his head held high.
“No. You did more than that. I should have killed that motherfucker,” I say cutting myself off as I shake my head.
“Wasn’t on you, brother,” he adds. I nod my head and look back up at him.
“You did it. You didn’t think twice about puttin’ a bullet in their heads. I owe, brother.”
“No, you don’t. You sent me there to protect that little girl and that’s what I did.”
“And you’re gettin’ your patch for it. I think that more than proved that you belong in this club,” Sly says slapping a hand on Denton’s shoulder.
“No kid deserves that kind of shit,” Denton mumbles.
“Heard that. You did good, prospect.” He nods his head at me before I turn and head back down the hall. I’m lost in my head. I’m lost in thoughts that I shouldn’t have but I blame myself. I blame me for this. If I didn’t drag her here, keep her here. Maybe, just maybe she would have seen him coming. I blinded her. I made her stay when she never really wanted to. Fuck!
Stepping into my room, I look at her resting peacefully in my bed. She’s curled in a ball, her hair scattered over her face. My stomach clenches. She has a whole life ahead of her. A life that has been shit on because of him. How do I fix that for her? How do I make things right again? Pulling my cut down my arms, my head is still heavy from all the drugs. I pull my shirt over my head and kick off my boots before sitting on the edge of the bed. I watch her for a long time before I climb under the blankets. I don’t reach for her. Not that I don’t want to, but I don’t want to scare her any more than she already is. Closing my eyes, I take a few deep breathes before I feel her scooting closer to me. Lifting my arm so she can snuggle into my side, I wait. Krista moves, laying her head on my chest and wrapping her arm around my stomach.
“Promise me something,” she whispers softly.
“Anything.”
“Promise you will always be here for me.” That’s going to be one of the easiest promises I’ll ever make.
“I promise I’ll always be here, baby.”
“Even when you want to hate me.” What the hell? How could I hate her? I couldn’t but if that’s what she needs to hear then so be it.
“Even then, baby. Even then.”
Twenty-Four
Krista
I’m pissed that they are still here. One month. It’s been one month since Tom came after her and her family is still here. Not that they knew, they didn’t but for some reason I just feel like they should have left already. I know it’s stupid, but this is me.
“Keep your hands up,” Wolf says wiping the sweat from his forehead onto his arm. I raise my hands and watch him move. He’s so fucking gorgeous with sweat dripping down his hard body. He moves in closer, his eyes never leaving mine. In seconds he has me around the waist and takes me to the ground with a huff.
“Damn it!” I scream louder than the last time.
“You’re lookin’ at my hands. Stop lookin’ at my hands. I can move them anywhere,” he says rolling off me and onto his back. I glance over at his chest as it rises and falls rapidly from our little sparring session. I know I can fight. I’ve always fought but after what happened I felt a little rusty. Wolf has been taking time to help me get back into shape.
“I bet you can,” I tease him. He turns his head and smirks at me. He hasn’t touched me in a month. Not that I have wanted to but that’s beside the point. He’s been patient with me. He’s waiting for me to heal and become myself again and I don’t know if or when that will happen. A part of me feels like I died along with Tom. I wanted to see him, to know he was dead but that wasn’t an option.
“How do you feel about gettin’ some more ink?” He asks as we both lie in the grass.
“Haven’t thought about it. Why? You miss touching me?” I smile at him.
“Goddamn right I do but that’s not the point. For some, ink can be therapy. The mark on your skin can be a reminder of what you’ve battled and won.” I’ve never looked at it that way. Shoving up so I’m resting on my elbows, I smile at him.
“I don’t even know what I’d get.”
“My name on your ass,” he adds playfully.
“For what? So you can kiss it when I tell you to?” Wolf laughs as I scoot closer to him. Laying my head on his sweaty chest, he wraps his arm around me. This is as close as we get. It hurts that I can’t give him more, but my mind is still healing.
“Little do you know,” he mumbles under his breath.
“Little do I know what?”
“My name’s already on you.” I jerk, sitting up and staring down at him.
“It what? No it’s not!”
“The fuck it’s not.”
“Where?” Wolf smiles looking damn proud of himself as he sits up and grabs my leg. My tattoo has healed nicely, and I love it. Every time I look at it. it calms me. Wolf drags my leg over his so