Page 58 of Ma Belle Marguerite
After an hour of swimming the kids went to their rooms to talk to their friends a bit before bed, and I’m just sitting out by the pool while looking at the sky, trying to have some kind of emotion through this numbness.
Since we returned to the house and I got out of the shower with Rex, I just shut everything off. I’ve been sitting here alone and I haven’t seemed to be able to feel any kind of emotion except emptiness. What is wrong with me?
Shouldn’t I be scared, upset, angry, or anything else? Instead, I feel like I could just get a snack and head to bed like nothing happened. It’s as if I have turned into a zombie.
A flash in the trees at the back of the yard catches my attention. I get up and rotely walk towards where I saw it. I probably should get Rex or one of the guards that have been attempting to hide around the house so the kids don’t see them and ask too many questions, but my feet have other plans.
As I’m about halfway down the yard, I hear one of the guards yelling behind me to stop. I turn to see him and a few more men running my way, looking frantic with guns drawn.
I turn back towards the bush line to see what I missed, which has them in such a tizzy. I can’t seem to see anything at all.
Does Rex have something hiding back here he doesn’t want me to see? I keep walking towards the treeline and see a flash again; it looks like a glint of light bouncing off of glass. What on earth could he have back here? Are they trying to stop me from finding some secret place he doesn’t want me to know about?
I can make out them yelling at me over the fog in my head to stop and to get down. Like I’m just going to stop and lay on the ground. What kind of men has Rex hired? They are a bunch of idiots. If I want to see what is back here I will!
Right as I finish that thought, I hear a gunshot ring out and stop dead in my tracks. I have no idea where it came from or went. Did his men just shoot at me?
There is a stinging sensation on my arm and looking down I see blood. The shotwasat me and just grazed my arm.What the hell!
I continue to stand in the same spot as if in a daze until Rex’s men catch up to me and surround me with their guns pointing where I was just headed. A few men continue past me without looking back.
“Are you okay? Were you hit?” Some guy I’ve never seen before eyes me with a petrified look on his face like he’s seen a ghost. “Get her back to the house in one piece, or the boss will kill us. We’ll go after whoever was in the bush.” He tells another man standing close to me as he turns and runs off.
Before I know it, I’m being hoisted over someone's shoulder, and all I can see is the ground below me bouncing around. What is it with men and just being brutes, would it kill you to ask. I mean I may not have listened but still.
Suddenly, I’m back on my feet, looking at the guy who had carried me to the house. “Get inside and hide.” Then he turns and runs back the way we just came.
“Isabella! Get your ass in the house this moment before I bend you over my knee right here and belt your ass in front of everyone.” Oh shit, Rex sounds pissed. He never uses my full name.
Turning and walking into the house, I decide to walk past him and ignore him. I’m a full-grown woman, and I’m the mother here. I don’t need him telling me what to do. I can handle myself, thank you very much.
“Isabella, don’t push me right now. Get over here.” I hear him following me, his voice low and strained.
“No, I’m going to my room before I run into the kids. I don’t want them to see the blood.” I continue to walk away. I grew up in this life. I can handle this shit on my own.
“Show me now.” I feel his arm around my waist, halting my steps. Fuck he was closer than I thought.
“Rex, let me go and come to my room. I’m fine, I can’t even feel anything right now except a little sting.” I struggle to escape his grasp, but he must agree with me because he carefully lets go.
Once we’re in my room, Rex locks the door and pins me to the wall. “What were you thinking? You could have died!” Why is his voice so sexy when he’s angry? I wouldn’t say no to that belt right about now.
“I saw something in the tree line, so I was just going to see what it was. The next thing I knew, I heard gunshots and yelling. I didn’t plan on trying to die obviously.” I roll my eyes and slide away from him. I walk into the bathroom to check out my arm and see how bad it is. “Look, it’s just a graze.”
“I don’t care. They shouldn’t have had the chance to do that. You should have come inside and got me. You’re lucky this isn’t bad and we can play it off as a scratch to the kids.” He takes over cleaning my wound.
How did I forget about them again? They aren’t used to this kind of life like we are. I may have left it for the last few years, but you don’t forget people are always trying to kill your parents and family. Seeing people getting hurt and dying was just another day for us growing up.
“Just clean it and never mind. It’s done, and your men are taking care of it now.” I should be more grateful since they saved me, but I’m still too annoyed with him for talking to me like I’m a child. “Where are my children, by the way?”
He drops my arm gently when he is done bandaging it. "They're still in their rooms, studying or talking to their friends.Now come with me.” Rex walks towards the door without looking back to see if I’m following.
Screw this, I’m not going to follow him like a lost puppy dog. He can go and boss his men around if he feels like being overbearing.
“Ma Belle, don’t make me carry you. Follow me or I will bring you.” I can hear the frustration in his voice. Sucks to be him.
“Only because you asked somewhat nicely. Where are we going?” He’s lucky that I want to know what’s going on, especially with my supposed half sister.
“My office, to see what Josh and D have to say. Let’s go.” He unlocks my door and keeps walking.
