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Caleb’s eyes go wide as he gasps, “You married Uncle Stone?” I nod, “But Uncle Stone has a mean wife…”
Donna snorts again as Doc clears his throat while I smile softly and whisper, “Uncle Stone divorced his mean old wife then married me.”
The boy’s whole face lights up just as his daddy walks over and asks, “What’s gotten you so happy, bud?”
“Uncle Stone and Nurse Rose got married, which means she’s now my auntie,” he whispers, full of excitement, and I chuckleas Doc nods and murmurs, “You and Stone will make it,” and I furrow my brows.
Why would he think…
I blink. I just told a six-year-old that I married his favorite uncle…crap.
I look up at the early morning sky as I walk home ten hours later, taking in the stillness of the town.
After Caleb was finally convinced he had to go home with his father and couldn’t help us with our shift, we only had two emergencies. In between them, my mind was on Cage and what I told Caleb, a six-year-old.
It’s confused me, really freaking confused me.
I know I’ve been sleeping with Cage, I can’t really help it, the man is amazing in the sack but I didn’t think I would be able to stay with him. I didn’t think I could trust him again, yet, I told a kid, a six year old I was basically his auntie, which he called me after he hugged me goodbye.
Subconsciously, I decided to stay with Cage and try with him, but emotionally, I just wasn’t ready for it, still not. I wondered why I would tell Caleb I was married his uncle.
This is why I’m walking home at six in the morning, to see if I can get my head straight instead of catching a lift with Donna.
My emotions are all over the place, while my head knows exactly what it wants. I now need to somehow get both on the same page. I just don’t know how.
I sigh as I look down at my feet and wrap my arms around myself.
I love him, that is a given. I want to spend the rest of my life with him. It’s what I felt before finding everything out. It’s plain and simple, I ran from the hurt, the pain, the lies.
I just didn’t expect him to follow me and drop bombshells that I still don’t know how to get over.
But again, I can’t live without him.
So where is the middle ground?
Where do I go from here?
Just as the thought hits me, I gasp as someone grabs my arm and yanks me towards them before pain, so much pain fills my chest. I lock eyes with Cage’s ex-wife, hers crazy and true fear hits me as she grins wide and she looks at my chest, and I look down.
A knife is inside my-my….
Elsie twists the knife in my chest as my breathing becomes choppy and tears blur my eyes before she shoves me, and I stumble into the alleyway and drop to my knees.
My body trembles, my hands shaking as I place them on the knife, and she grins as she runs her fingers through her arm, then shows me blood.
“I wonder how my husband would feel to know his mistress wasn’t what she seemed, that she attacked me…” She says with glee, and slowly she steps back, then waves as she says, “Bye bitch,” and I fall to the floor, breathing becoming difficult as my blood covers my hand.
“C-Cage,” I choke as I watch cars begin to drive past where I’m lying, the town slowly waking up, and my only thought is Cage before everything goes back.
Chapter 23
Stone
I blink, then rub my tired eyes, and Willie, a prospect with bright red hair, places a black coffee before me, and I give him a head nod in thanks.
I’m fucking tired.
We got back late last night deciding to drive through instead of staying at a motel after the Cartel met up with us earlier than normal. I’ve had roughly three hours of sleep before I had to write the report for Doc, ready for church tonight, before his night shift with my wife.
