Page 61 of Lost In London

I heard him loud and clear.

I swear I did. I heard him and felt him.

“I need to see you.” The palms of my hands began to itch in desperation. “Can I see you tomorrow, please?” This unfamiliar charging adrenaline pumped so fiercely through my body that my hands started to shake and my breathing became heavy.

It’s like I desperately needed to touch him. For him to touch me.

“I’ll come get you now.” He started moving again, those keys jingling.

Right as I opened my mouth to tell him I’d be waiting, light from the house and Cassian stepping out on the porch made my shoulders sag.

“Um, tomorrow is better. I’ll come straight to you once you get off work. Is that okay?” I cleared my throat of the nervousness I felt.

His quietness tore my gaze from Cassian to him. A thick brow hiked as he studied me. “If you try to cancel on me we’re going to have a problem.”

Giggling, I grabbed my purse as Benny stepped out to open my door. “I promise, I won’t. I need to see you.”

Closing his eyes, his head dropped a little as he assaulted his bottom lip. “I can’t wait for the day when you start needing me the way I need you. No, I’m not referring to sexually but in complete submission. When you submit to your wants and dead your fears by giving yourself what you want without hesitation. Good night, baby.”

“Good night.”

I had an extra bounce and sway in my catwalk thanks to my man. I felt rejuvenated and alive.

“Cass, guess what? I went from getting dumped to… what the hell happened to you?” The rush of my heels clacking against the pavement echoed loud in the night air.

One side of his handsome face was branded in a dark red hue and the other was covered in purple and black bruises. Off instinct, my hand lifted to touch his lip only for him to hiss and take my hand in his to pull me in the house.

“I fought tonight.” He grumbled turning on the alarm.

Rooted in shock, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to yell or run him a bath. “Did you at least win?” A cold chill hit me in the back of my neck. I hated when he went to that underground ring. Not everyone that went for a night of sparring came out alive.

Sucking his teeth, he grabbed my hand and started his limping walk up the stairs. “What the hell do you think, London? Fuck.” He stopped, holding the rail breathing hard. “Imagine sparring with a nigga that’s twice the size of Amell.” My eyes damn near popped out of my head. “Not just twice his size but almost four times his strength too. My nigga Quest is a damn extraterrestrial animal and my extra dumb ass thought if I could hang in the ring with Amell then I could take him. Shittttt. Never a-fucking-gin.”

I didn’t feel bad at all for laughing at his misery. That’s what he gets. Always thinking he was Barney Bad Ass and got his behind handed to him.

Walking past him, I headed for our bathroom and started running him a hot bath with Epsom salts and some essential oil. If he was hurting this bad now he was for sure going to be crying like a baby in the morning.

“Get in while I make you some tea and get you some ibuprofen.” Tossing my shoes in the closet, I moved around making sure I got all of his necessities.

Stopping me before I left out, he grabbed my arm and pierced my soul with those dark savage eyes. “Has he contacted you?”

It took a minute for me to understand but when I did I was grateful that I’d mastered a blank expression. “No. Why do you ask?” I stood still, afraid the slightest movement would tell him that I was lying.

His brown eyes stared down into the pits of my soul, not once blinking or showing emotion. His jaw clenched and his eye twitched making my palms sweat. “Because I’m waiting for the day you stop saving that motherfucka and I can put him in the ground where he belongs.” He pulled his shirt over his head revealing two guns and more bruising along his abs. “I’ve spared that nigga long enough but something tells me he’s about to resurface, and if I find out you’re protecting him.”

He stepped into my space making my neck stretch as I peered up at him. “Don’t put me in a position to question your honesty, London.” He dismissed me with a kiss on my temple. “Keep the integrity of your word by being honest with me. That’s all I’ve ever asked.”

I couldn’t get out of that bathroom fast enough. Resting my back on the bathroom door, my entire frame shook in fear. Clammy hands rubbed up and down my dress. If I hadn’t ruined my mascara earlier from speaking with Quincey, I’d be a complete mess right now.

This fear was different than what I felt earlier.

Cassian meant the world to me and I hated to think what could happen if he ever confronted Elgin. Yes, I knew where he was hiding. Amell knew too but he kept his promise not to tell his brother because the vengeance wasn’t Cassian’s to take.

That I knew.

God yelled that order loud and clear.

Elgin’s need to reach out to me now scared the shit out of me but what could I do? What was I supposed to do when every time I built up enough confidence to tell someone my tongue became a paralyzed useless muscle? I even tried to text it to him one day and ended up with a broken phone.

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