Page 30 of Dima's Vision
She sucks in a deep breath, then blows it out, looking up at me. “I think it’s important that we continue with our plan. There’s three more on the list, and every one gets me closer to who is pulling the strings. But first, I need Gabe. He’s the only one who can help us.”
I nod in agreement. “Then that’s what we’ll do.”
I have three more nights before Halloween. Time is running out quickly and we need this done so we can get on with the restof our lives, no matter how long or short they may be. All I know is that without her, there is no me.
Kristie
So, it turns out that when you have a foster brother who loves to suck the joy out of people, who you thought you killed but may, in fact, not be dead, well it kinda ruins your libido. Which is why, after washing the filth of Massimo and his secrets off our skin, Dima and I found ourselves wrapped around each other in bed, with absolutely no contact between our private parts.
Dima’s steady breathing has soothed me enough to relax into the moment, not worrying about him dying tonight at least. I’m silent as we lie here, but that is as much about letting him process what happened to him tonight, as it is about myself trying to process Maddigan not being dead. Or maybe he is dead and someone out there has a similar curse and is using his name. Who knows? I never knew Maddigan’s friends or what circle he moved in. If it is him, how did he weasel his way into providing Mancini men with kids? He never knew any of my extended family or even showed an interest in them whenever their names came up in conversation over the dinner table with Mama and Gabe.
“Sleep,Ved’ma moya, we have tomorrow to worry ourselves into a state.”
He’s right. I scooch backwards until I can feel Dima’s soft cock, twitching in anticipation.
“Ignore him. He’s always hard around you.” He presses a kiss to the back of my head and wraps himself even tighter around me.
My eyes grow heavy, my senses soothed by everything Dima.
* * *
“Dima, Dima!” I shake him, trying to wake him but he’s stiff as a board, his body twitching periodically.
His eyes are wide open, completely white as he lays motionless. The only thing keeping me somewhat calm and sane is the fact that his breathing is steady.
“Dima, baby, come back to me,” I whisper, wrapping his hand in mine, bringing it to my lips and gently kissing his knuckles.
I’m not sure this is usual. Or if this is what I looked like when it happened to me. Hope not because this is some scary shit. HIs body stiffens a little more before relaxing into the bed, eyes blinking rapidly, the blue brightening with every blink until he’s back with me.
“Kristie?” He asks, almost groggily.
“Yeah, babe, I’m here.” I kiss his knuckles again and his hand tightens around mine, a soft smile on his face.
I wait quietly, sitting next to him, still cradling his hand in mine. His Adam’s apple working every time he swallows, a crease between his brows as if trying to get his thoughts in order. Whatever he has seen must be a doozy because I’ve never seen him looking so reticent.
“Penny for your thoughts?” I ask, echoing his words from earlier.
“I saw everything you saw earlier, but this time, knowing what you saw from your perspective, I turned. I think you’re right, that whoever is behind me is wearing some type of mask. It makes sense, given it’s Halloween, but why a Maddigan one?”
That’s what I don’t understand either. From memory he never really had friends. The only people who knew what he could do were Mama, Gabe and me. Not to mention, he should be dead. I may have honed my skills since then, but I still remember clear as day the shot hitting him square in the chest, the blood blooming on his shirt. The way he collapsed, lips blue. It doesn’t make any sense, but did Maddiganevermake any sense?
“I don’t know, but it has to be someone from my past. Not a lot of people knew Maddigan or what he could do. More importantly,couldit be him? I just don’t know.” I flop back on the bed, Dima’s hand clasped in mine like an anchor keeping me from floating away. I snort to myself. Since that weird vision and realizing what Dima means to me I’ve been all up in my feels in such a lame way. I’m a bad bitch. A badMafia hitwomanbitch. And now I’m waxing lyrical about how gooey and fluttery this man makes me feel.
“Well, how would Gabe feel about being called in the middle of the night?”
“He’d cuss us out and refuse to help.”
“Well, in that case, wanna fool around until it’s a decent time to call him?” the tips of his ears pinken and its so fucking adorable I think I just might have to sit on his face.
Yup, that’s exactly what I’m going to do.
Chapter 13
Dima
Ilie in bed, arms behind my head as I watch my witch pace back and forth at the foot of the bed, tits jiggling under my shirt she wore to bed.
“Gabe? Heeeeeey,” she pauses her pacing, “seriously? How many foster sisters do you have? … Yeah, that’s better.” She starts the pacing again. And her voice becomes muffled as she paces out the door for a moment before making her way back in. “Can you meet me at the cemetery? Yeah, no, that’s where I like to hang out nowadays. Look, I’ll explain everything when I see you…. I need your gift… Thanks, Gabe, OK, love you. Bye.” She jabs at her phone screen then tosses it onto the bed.
