Page 5 of Kobra's Opal

Was he really going to pretend as if he didn’t know that I traded my morals and rights to have a body that wasn’t judged—a long time ago?

His solid blue eyes remained locked on me, surprised I did not see judgement in them or disgust. Kobra was known to keep his emotions close to his chest. It was another reason we never worked.

He opened his vest, pulling out a cigarette packet. “Holly didn’t mention you were back working at your mom’s.”

What was I meant to say? I just stared at him for a few moments longer. “Kobra, what do you want me to say?” Did he really want to hear it? That I ran back to that life as soon as he walked out of my life?

His lips formed a faint line. “I thought you’d walk from it, you know, to do better.”

I was immediately offended. I didn’t even think it through. Maybe it was the fact that he had just insulted me on a level, that no one else could possibly do. I picked up my wine glass on the table and threw it on his face.

“How dare you!” I yelled at him. “I tried, okay? I fucking tried!” Was this what he wanted? The fight we never had? Was that why he came here? “I’m lucky she took me back! After I left to be with you, I turned my back on my family, everything, for you, and what did you do?”

He wiped the red wine from his face but didn’t say anything. He just remained quiet.

“I loved you so fucking much. I would have done anything for you!” I added, getting more upset as the years of me smothering our breakup was finally coming out. “But I was stupid because how could the famous Kobra Kincaid feel anything for me!”

His eyes were still on me.

“I now fuck men and get paid for it. But you want to know the truth, Kobra. I fuck men, hoping they fuck you from my system! And they are. I’m not yours anymore!” Was I screaming it because I wanted to believe it, or did I want him to believe it—I wasn’t even sure at this moment.

I inhaled sharply as he got up. I took two steps back from him because he looked murderous as he approached me. My back hits the wall, and his hand gripped my hip, pulling me sharply back to his chest. His hand goes to my dress, and he forcefully pulled it down, and his eyes flashed to my heart, before looking me back in the eyes.

“That’s my fucking name on your heart, not no players,” The veins up his neck bludged and he dipped his head. “They fuck you, but I’ve got your heart, and you’ll always be mine, Opal.”

At this moment, I hate him. I hate his club. I hate his claim on me.

“I’ll get it covered,” I said as tears ran down my cheeks.

His lips twitched up. “Come on, baby girl. If you were getting it covered, you would have done it when I left you at the train station.”

That’s when it hits me. So fucking hard. I was this way because of him. I’m soulless because of him. I pushed him away from me. I shoved him with all my strength, but he didn’t move.

“I hate you,” I said with venom.

“Nah, baby girl, you love me—and that’s a fucking problem.” His grip on my hip tightened. “Because I have always struggled to stay away from you. Now I don’t think it’s fucking possible.”

Everything he has done to me. Everything we went through. The tears. The pain. The insane need for his touch. I thought I was over him, when, in fact, all I had done was lie to myself. Lie that I was in love with someone else. When the only reason I craved Ty’s touch was that I wanted Kobra’s.

He let go of me, and his eyes flashed to my tattoo one more time before he looked me back in the eyes.

“Tell yer mother that yer done.” He then looked me back in the eyes. “And if I so much as hear that you are working the books—I’ll murder the next bastard you’re with.”

Just like that, my expression dropped completely.

“You wanted me to admit to loving you years ago. I couldn’t. I couldn’t be the man you needed all those years ago—”

“And what? You’re the man I need now?” I cut him off. “What makes you think I would ever let you back in?” I tilted my head and stared at him. “I let Holly stay here for a few weeks because she’s a friend. That wasn’t me letting all the Kincaids back in my life.”

He looked at me with a merciless expression. Like it didn’t matter what I wanted, not any more—because he had made a decision and I wasn’t sure if anyone could save me from the wrath that was Kobra and mines addiction for each other. Because that was what it was, an addiction. I loved him then, and it drove me to insanity; trying to get comfort from other arms.

Only for me to realise now that the mask I wore, the secrets I kept, and the lifestyle I had been living was all due to the love I felt for Kobra Kincaid.

Kobra was the devil, but he took more than my soul—he had also taken my heart.

I causally rode up the street, my attention half on the rode but mainly on the sidewalk—I knew she had her yoga class this morning. Was it wrong that I had a private detective on my ex? Opal had made it clear. She didn’t want me in her future. But I wasn’t gonna listen. I spent the last five years trying to move the fuck on. Truth was—I couldn’t.

If a year in prison, and then a further five years, didn’t numb the love I had for her—it was time to admit nothing would. It was wrong to pull her into this life. She deserved better. It infuriated me that she was still working for her Mother. Who was always more of a Madam in Opal’s life than ever a mother.

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