Page 68 of Stitch
“Gone. For. Ever.”
She let out a shudder, and a soft groan all at once, and then the sobbing started, with her burying her damn face in my chest as she let it out. I led her to the bed, dragging her with me, so she was in my lap, and in my arms, where she fucking belonged.
This was what he’d done to her. This was the result of that bastard being in her life. Him being gone wasn’t all of it, because she needed help, and the fact that she worked for someone who could help her, and yet hid her pain, was inexplicable to me. I also knew she wouldn’t get away with it any longer though. She didn’t even know all of it, did she?
I’d sworn Torch to secrecy, not that I’d had to say it at all, because he knew the harm it’d do, if she knew. If she realised that bastard had raped her after he beat her unconscious. She’d never find out for as long as I could prevent it. Her healing started now, and that was never going to happen if she found out. Could I lie to her for the rest of my life? Fucking right, I could.
“Stitch?” Her voice was tiny, and I almost missed it.
“Yeah, babe?”
“Did you do it? Did you stitch his mouth shut?”
Cammy
He’d gone rigid, likehe was made of stone, so I lifted my head and tried to catch his gaze with mine. He was looking straight ahead, and his jaw was clenched tight, and there was a hint of that darkness back in him, in his eyes, in the tenseness of his posture.
“Stitch?”
He swallowed, still not looking at me.
“Who told you?”
He wasn’t denying it, but I wasn’t as freaked out as I thought I was when I first heard it. Ross deserved pain, and terror, and humiliation, and suffering. Thanks to my husband, he’d received all of that and more. He was gone now, gone forever, and could never hurt me again. Thanks to my amazing husband.
“Camille, who fucking told you?”
I sighed, cupping his face with my hands, and forcing him to look at me.
“Does it matter? I just wanted to know. I guess I want to know that he suffered, and that makes me a monster, but I can’t help it.”
Stitch pushed his blonde hair back, and took one of my hands from his cheek, rubbing it with his thumb.
“Yeah, babe, I did. Was it Reacher?”
I shook my head, rolling my eyes because he was like a dog with a bone, but the least I could do was make sure he didn’t think it was his best friend, his business partner, who’d spoken about it.
“Tori, but don’t blame her. She didn’t want to tell me.”
“Fucking Ryder. I swear that guy is a worse gossip than anyone I’ve ever met.”
I ran my thumb over his bottom lip, the stubble from his short beard tickling my skin.
“Stitch?”
He sighed, expecting another question about what he’d done, but that was already far from my mind, and something else was taking up all my brainspace.
“Yeah?”
“I think it’s time for married fuck number five.”
He blinked for a moment, then he laughed.
“I thought you’d never fucking ask, babe. How do you want it? Rough? I bet you want it rough, right?”
He didn’t wait for an answer, standing up, still holding me, before he turned and lowered me down onto the bed.
“Really feeling the need to tongue-fuck you until you scream, you know, if that’s quite alright with my demanding little wifey?”
