Hello everyone,
Now, I know you are all probably expecting some huge drawn out chapter about Seth betraying Dee's trust... Of course she's hurt and angry but we all choose to handle those emotions differently. So I made this chapter a little shorter and focused on the physical encounter.
Once again thank you visioneer for editing this piece.
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Sin xoxo
Dee
I did the only thing I could that night. I ran as fast as possible through the city, my heels clicking in the night. My chest heaved with every single breath, each one a struggle. Every footstep was a step further into the night, further from Seth and my desperate need.
How do I move forward from this? Not a word has been on the news, not a single written word on the murder of my ex or the suspect. I waited for days. I babbled every last juicy detail to Mons and begged for time off. Mons by far is the most understanding friend I've ever had, and instead of judgment she offered a cabin in the mountains to hide away in. She offered me solitude, peace, and time. I will forever be grateful.
*****
The cool fresh air brushes against my skin, sending a shiver down my spine, or maybe it's the feeling of eyes on me still, of my mind playing tricks on me. Seth isn't here. He's far away from me, detained in a jail cell somewhere. He isn't hiding in the darkness waiting to pounce. That thought makes me both catch a deep breath of relief and blink my eyes to stop more tears from falling. I've never felt so confused, not even with Nick. I knew deep down Nick didn't want me, that he never loved me and was really not attracted to me in the slightest. I was just a commodity to be used and thrown aside. I don't even know why I'm upset over Seth probably killing him. I shouldn't be. Nick physically and emotionally abused me day after day, destroying every little bit of self-confidence I ever had. He stole from me, used me, and left me broke and homeless. But no matter how much I hate him and should be okay with the facts, I'm not.
Questions plague my mind. How did Seth know him? Was it over me? Was there another motive? When did it happen? Was it before our first night? When did he find out he was my ex? I know I will never really understand, even if I do get the answers.
I thought I was getting to know Seth, that I could trust him. That is the worst part of it all. Another man has taken me for a fool and left me feeling battered and broken.
Sighing, I pick up my cell phone. It's time to get some answers. I dial the only number I can think might help me in this situation... Sinful's. I know this means I will have to speak to either Mikael or Loretta, but I just don't see any way around it.
I hold my breath as the phone dials, my palms slick with sweat, my heart racing to the point of making me dizzy. I count slowly in my head, a trick I learnt from my marriage. It slows my mind, and my body usually follows. Today it isn't working.
A sweet, bubbly voice answers. "Hello, Sinful's, how can I direct your call today?" I instantly know it's Loretta.
"Hi, umm, it's me, Dee." I blurt out. My hands shake and I pant. It feels like all my hard work to calm my anxiety over the last 6 months has been for nothing and I'm emotionally in a worse place than ever.
"Oh my god, Dee, where are you? What's going on?" The combination of panic and stress in her voice has me shaking even more.
Before I can reply, there's scuffling and an exchange of heated words on the other end. I know one of those voices is Seth's. I should just hang up. He is obviously fine and still a free man.
"Sweetness? Baby, are you there? Hello?" Seth all but screams in the phone. I've never heard him raise his voice before and it's both frightening and intense.
"I'm here," I mutter, hoping he doesn't hear me as much as I'm hoping he does.
"Oh, baby, thank God," Seth lets out in relief. "You need to tell me where you are. Something bad is going down and I need you safe."
"I can't, Seth. I just can't... You killed him." My sobs start up again. My whole body shakes and jerks and I barely hear what comes next.
"Do you really believe that?" he demands. "After everything?" I can feel the anger rolling off him.
I pause, lost in my own thoughts. He never denied it, and he still isn't. But then he's free? No, he still knows my ex and never told me. That is a big enough betrayal to make me wonder if he really did do it.
"Yes, Seth. Yes, I do believe it. Goodbye." Just as I hang up, I catch his last words.
"I will find you, Sweetness," he growls. "You belong to me."
I shudder and the hairs stand up on the back of my neck. I stare at my phone long after the call ends, unsure of what to do, or even where to start. My life is now at an all-time low. I can't ever go back.
*****
Seth
Rage burns through my veins. At myself, at Dee, and most of all at the fucker trying to frame me for killing her ex. Trust me. If I had killed the fucker, I would be the first guy to admit it to her. When I walked away from Nick after our little impromptu get-to-know-each-other meeting, Nick the fucking weasel was alive and kicking... So he may have been missing a few teeth, and have to text with his left hand and take a piss sitting down like a bitch for a while, but breathing is breathing.
I can't say I'm shocked Dee doesn't believe me. Look at her history with him. It makes me furious and, yeah, it stings. I thought we had built trust, that I had slowly started to prove what she meant to me.
I was out a whole two hours after being arrested. Miki had seen me getting carted off, and a few markers owed by the Italians was all that was needed. We aren't mob or mafia, but we are kings in our right, kings of the underground gambling syndicate. We run every single illegal booking venture in this city, and when markers are due people pay up or find someone like me waiting at the foot of their bed in the middle of the night, prepared to collect anyway needed.
"Gee, that went well." The sarcastic comment from Loretta has me lifting my head to glare at her as she points her finger at me. "You need to find that girl, Seth. Or so help me God, you're going to regret it. She's put up with enough of your caveman attitude."
Sighing, I scrub my face with the palm of my hand. "I already know where she is. I just wanted her to tell me herself. I'd never hurt her, Loretta."
Loretta paces in front of me. I can almost see the wheels turning in her over in her mind. She often puts on a ditzy air, but she's smart, smarter than most ever give her credit for. And loyal. Once you earn her friendship, you never lose it. She will forever be in your corner, and it looks like my girl now has another firm supporter.
"Maybe you need to..." Loretta grins that wicked little smile and her eyes light up. "Maybe you need to hurt her."
Together we sit and hash out a plan, going over and over it until Miki comes looking for his wife. I pack my shit to get my girl back for good. No more playing around. It's time she sees the lengths I'll go to keep her.
The drive up to the cabin is long and drawn out, maybe because I want all of this done with. I'm sick of the games, of always second-guessing myself, of never truly knowing if what I feel for Dee is one-sided. I've never been so frustrated in my life. It amazes me how one slip of a woman can turn my life upside down. I've faced off against men that would have the devil shaking in his boots, but this girl and how she makes me feel is the one time I've ever felt true fear. I can't lose her now. I'm too invested.
Parking my jeep around the bend from the cabin, I decide to leg it the rest of the way. I can't have my Sweetness learning she has company before I'm ready. I slowly circle around the cabin, peering in each window as I go. The darkness covers my tracks and I'm confident my soft footfalls won't be heard over the noise of the blaring TV.
I expect to find her in the living room, but it's empty. Then I catch the noise of a muffled moan coming from the last room... Well, well, look at that. Spread out naked on the bed is my girl, stuffed full of her vibrator, back arched, one hand drifting between her nipples and the other gripping the vibrator, fucking herself hard and rough.
Fuck! Fuck the fucking sight of her spread open and waiting. The noises, those breathy little moans, teeth sinking into her lip, head thrown back, hips rising to meet every thrust... she's going to be the death of me.
I'm rock fucking hard. I could fuck my way straight through the window. My cock is pulsing. Fuck me. White knuckled, I watch knowing I couldn't turn away from this view of her if the heat was stomping its way up behind me. I commit every inch of her skin to memory, every bead of sweat, every whispered moan.
It takes every ounce of willpower I have not to smash through the window when she starts to dirty talk. It's nothing major. My girl isn't the type to have a lot of experience acting the slut, but, caught up in the moment, it just comes naturally to her.