“You’re in pain.”
I open my eyes. Chris’s posture is relaxed, but his eyes are wild, holding anger, desperation, fear, and revenge. He won’t let this lie.
And I don’t want him to.
When I nod my head, acknowledging the pain, Chris simply walks out of the bathroom. “Just give me a sec.”
For a brief minute, I’m alone with my thoughts. Flashbacks of what the guys did to me and were about to do flick through my mind like an endless slideshow. Of Charlie and him stepping in to save me, taking down all three of them with ease.
“Here, take these.”
Chris is holding out his hand, a couple of white tablets in the palm. I know they’re not simply paracetamol, but at this present moment, I don’t care. I just want the pain to go away.
I take the tablets then grab the glass of amber liquid from his other hand, downing them all in quick succession. Chris takes the empty glass from me, placing it on the sink before he sits down on the toilet seat. He’s going to want answers—answers I’m not ready to tell him but owe him, nonetheless.
“You need to tell me what happened, babe.”
I’m surprised at how calm he’s being in the face of everything. Sure, his posture is rigid, his leg twitching as he sits, his jaw ticcing with the information that I’m about to give him. But his soft voice holds nothing but love.
I take in a deep breath, and I tell him everything that transpired. Chris hadn’t hung up yet, so he heard the initial attack. When I divulge the fact that they were going to gang rape me, Chris almost shoots up from his seat, his knees bending ready to get up, but something seems to hold him back. He sucks in a breath, his teeth bearing with rage.
“Is there any information you can tell me about them? Eye colour? Build? Their accents?”
“All of them had local accents. Two of them were heavily built, the other one skinny.”
“Terry, you fucking pussy, come back!”
“The skinny one was called Terry. Well, that’s what one of them shouted to him when he ran away. The bigger guy with the evil smirking eyes, I believe they were dark brown. He was the only one who came close to me—the one who kicked me.”
His intake of breath echoes around the bathroom walls, his fists squeezed so tightly together that I can see the whites of his knuckles.
“Are you going to be okay for a couple of minutes while I make a phone call?”
I simply nod my head. If I say no, he’ll stay, but he’d be completely useless for me. He needs to let off steam. He’s angry, and he wants payback.
I close my eyes, a warm fuzziness spreading through me as I run my fingers through the water. Whatever Chris has given me is already working. The pain is gone replaced by a light, tingling sensation which makes me smile. I sigh my contentment, zeroing in on the hum of Chris’s distant voice as he speaks to someone on the phone. The hum escalates to a full boom as his anger rises.
“I’m telling you now that I want their dicks cut off and fed to the fucking pigs. I want to watch their eyes as the life drains out of them. I want those fucker’s heads on the platters of their mother’s best fucking China!”
A small giggle erupts from me as I picture little, bloody heads dancing on China. It’s like I’m floating on a fluffy cloud. All the cares and woes I endured only minutes ago have gone, replaced with only calm and relaxation.
Silence fills the bathroom, but movement from the door alerts me. Chris walks in, a scowl on his face, but when his eyes meet my smile, his sour face changes… just like that.
“You’re funny.”
Chris slightly chuckles under his breath as he takes a seat on the toilet. “I see the tablets have kicked in.”
I flick up some bubbles with my hand and blow them into the air, watching as they float before coming to rest on the side of the bath. “What did you give me?”
“Has the pain gone?”
Closing my eyes, calmness floats over my whole body again. “Oh, yeah.”
“Then does it matter what it is I gave you? As long as it’s working.”
“I want to suck your cock.”
Chris chuckles again, shaking his head. “There’s no doing that until you’re better. Besides, I haven’t got the results back for that test, remember?”
A deep frown creases my forehead as I pout my lips. “I want that bitch gone.”
“You never have to worry about her again. I can assure you of that.”
“What does that mean?” I can hazard a guess, but my fuzzy mind doesn’t give a crap.
“She’s out of the country, working at another whorehouse. I’m guessing she won’t have many customers for a while considering how messed up her face was after you went to town on her.” His posture straightens like he’s proud, a small smirk curving his lips.
Although the Black Mamba is strictly a nightclub, they are known for hiring prostitutes for the VIP areas on the down-low. I’ve never liked it, but I trust Chris. I know for a fact he would never cheat on me.
That kind of makes me a hypocrite, considering the feelings I have for my boss, but feeling and acting are two completely different things.
“She deserved it.”
“There’s no doubt about that,” Chris answers, getting up. “I think we need to get you out of the bath. Any longer and you’ll fall asleep. You can hardly keep your eyes open as it is.”
Really? I just thought I was a little sleepy.
An arm wraps underneath me, pulling the plug. “Spoilsport,” I utter under my breath.
“I’m not going to have my baby drowning. Come on,” he says, holstering me up and wrapping a towel round me. With my legs still in the bath, my height advantage allows me to snake my arms straight over Chris’s shoulders. With hooded eyes, I watch him studying me. I lean forward, sticking my tongue out then running it along his bottom lip. Chris’s breath hitches. He’s so easily turned on by anything I do, and knowing that turns me on too.
“Stop teasing me, Bri. You know I have no control when it comes to you. Absolutely fucking zero.”
I kiss him lightly once, twice, and then we’re full on tongues, our bodies glued together, gripping each other tightly. My hands thread through his hair, fisting them and pulling him closer—as if being this close isn’t enough. Our breathing heavy and harsh, a growl leaves Chris’s lips which awakens my loins even further.
Then he pulls away from me, holding me up by his one arm. He leans forward trying to catch his breath. “Fuck!” he snaps, frustration in his voice. Resting one hand on his knee, he closes his eyes, taking in a couple of deep breaths before looking up again. “You’re only acting like this because of the drugs. We’re not having sex tonight. No matter how much either of us want it. And believe you me, whenever you’re in my presence, I want it.”
“I love you,” I blurt, making him smile. I’ve always loved his smile. It lights up my heart whenever he gifts it to me.
“I know you do. And I love you too. Maybe even too much.”
With the water now completely drained, Chris places his arm underneath my bum and lifts me up with ease before carrying me into the bedroom. I snuggle my head into the crook of his neck. I’m so tired now, I could so easily fall asleep like this in his arms.