Page 31 of Dima's Vision
I roll up to sitting, then stop abruptly when Kristie puts her hand up in a stop motion.
“Do that again. Lie back down and then sit up. Slowly. Wait, let me grab my phone.”
My brows pinch in confusion but I do exactly as I’m told. I lie back flat, before slowly crunching up in bed, the sheet falling away slightly.
“Oh yeah, that’s the good stuff,” she murmurs, phone trained on me. “Shuck me like an oyster and slurp me raw, you arepretty.” She taps the screen with a flourish. “Put that in the clit cache for later.” She takes one long look at the goofy look on my face then launches herself at me on the bed, landing directly on top of me in a fit of laughter.
I wrap her tightly in my arms as she wriggles and giggles and my heart feels fit to fucking burst with sheer joy. I never knew how stoic and empty my life felt until I met the woman in my arms. She stops her wriggling, settling on top of me, her hands folded one on top of the other as she grins down at me. She’s still haunted, but I no longer see the fear so strong in her eyes.
“Dima,” she whispers, “thank you.” She leans up, pressing a quick kiss to the tip of my nose.
“No, thankyou, Ved’ma moya.”
She tilts her head, brows pinched. “What for?”
“Everything.”
We lay there, staring at each other for long moments until I can feel in my soul all her walls come crashing down, one by one. We jump when her phone notification goes off, breaking our connection.
She flails a little, running her hand over the bed trying to find where she threw her phone. She swivels her body until she’s ass up in the air, her thick pussy lips on full display under the tee she’s wearing.
“Aha!” She holds it up in the air. She flops on the bed next to me, scrolling through her phone. “Right pretty boy, time to get up. Gabe’s leaving his house, he’ll be at the cemetery in half hour so we gotta get moving. Hustle!” she claps her hands twice, walks into the bathroom and slams the door behind her.
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“I really should have chosen a less creepy place to meet up, but, well I guess it’s fitting.” she mutters under her breath, her Doc Martens crunching through the dead leaves littering the ground.
I follow her through the winding path, headed toward a massive man standing with his back to us, head down. Kristie’s footsteps speed up until she’s close enough to quietly call out.
“Gabe?” He spins on his heel, eyes darting between Kristie and me.
He’s even bigger up close. His bright gold eyes in complete contrast with his dark face, his thick curly hair closely cropped around the sides. As big and striking as he is he exudes a gentleness about him that is hard to fake.
“Kristiana,” the bass in his voice is gentle and soothing.
“La Strega to you,” Kristie says, rolling her eyes.
“Nah, you’ll always be Kristie to me.” This tickles Kristie as she grins and steps forward into his outstretched arms.
“You look happy kid,” he says quietly, but loud enough for me to hear. His eyes never leave mine.
She pulls back, and shrugs coyly. “Maybe.”
He gently cups her face, staring at her intently. An odd look passes over his face before it disappears as quickly as it came.
“So, wanna tell me why we’re meeting at Maddigan’s?” He glances at the headstone behind him. Basic. Plain.
“Yeah, so, I’m not sure he’s dead,” Kristie says, eyes darting to me then back to Gabe.
He stares at her for a beat, blinking once. Twice. “Come again? I don’t think I heard you right.”
Kristie throws her hands up. “I know how it sounds, but weird shit is going on. I’m killing guys left and right and the whispers keep telling me Maddigan is somehow involved.” Gabe’s brows slowly rise higher and higher. “Don’t look at me like that. Iknowit sounds crazy. But you could like,” she waves at the headstone, “You know. Just maybe double check?”
Gabe stares at her, the only thing moving are his eyes as they dart between her and me.
“Oh yeah, this is Dima. He has the ability to find people. And I’m really hoping he doesn’t die.”
“Good to know,” he says drily before looking at me. “And you’re like, what? Helping her?”
