Room 103 02 - Thrilling Heaven (8 page)

    “I just wanna fuckin’ talk to her!” Kyle
shouted from outside the kitchen door.

“Oh shit! How the hell did he find me?” I hissed
as Ethan slid me off his new erection and planted my feet on the floor. “Stay
here” I warned him but he shook his head.

“No fucking way are you facing that piece of
shit on your own.”

“Ethan, please. Let me handle this, he deserves
to be told if nothing else, he’s still my husband.”

“And he’s still the wanker that hits you” he bit
out as he grabbed the door handle and opened the door, exiting before me so I
couldn’t argue any further with him.

I pulled in a deep breath and followed him out.

Kyle’s eyes caught mine immediately as Jax and
Hunter held each of his arms.

I gasped as I saw each of his injuries, both his
eyes were black and bruised, the bridge of his nose was stitched, as was his
cheek bone.

One of his wrists was in plaster and the way he
held himself upright was evidence of his broken ribs.

They had really worked him over and I frowned at
my hurt for him.

“Jen,” he choked out and I could tell he was
drunk “please, I just wanna talk, darling.”

Bulk came to stand beside me as did Ethan and
Kyle’s eyes narrowed on his brother’s. “Well, well, little brother. You finally
caught the fish then.”

I placed my hand on Ethan’s forearm as he
stepped towards Kyle. “Don’t” I urged and he halted before turning to look at
me.

“He needs sorting, Jen. Please let me be the one
to do it” he beseeched and I rolled my eyes on him.

“Let me deal with him.” I repeated as I nodded
at Hunter and Jax to release their hold on him.

Kyle shook himself off as if their touch gave
him some sort of disease. “We need to talk” he ordered sternly and I nodded as
I walked to the rear of the garden and over to a small table and chairs.

Kyle followed as did everyone’s eyes and I
gulped back the shame of bringing my personal life to Bulk’s door.

“Little lady,” Bulk shouted and I turned to look
at him, “we’ll be just here if you need us.”

I smiled a thanks and nodded as I caught Ethan’s
worried glance.

I sat in the chair opposite Kyle and gave him my
attention. He remained silent for a while, his elbows resting on his knees as
he leaned towards me.

His eyes lifted from the ground to me and I
could see the pain in his eyes. “You should have told me you were leaving.”

I scrunched up my nose and stared at him, his
ignorance building my temper from simmering to a rapid boil. “Kyle, you put me
in hospital, I would have thought me leaving you would have been a given.”

He pursed his lips and nodded slightly. “Yeah,”
he said quietly “but, you could have at least told me.”

“I didn’t get the chance, seems as though you
knocked me out cold for two days straight.”

He sucked air through his teeth and glanced over
at Ethan watching us “Didn’t take him long to move in.”

“He never left, Kyle” I told him quietly.

His eyes shot to mine in confusion and I put my
hand over my heart. “Putting miles between us never widened the distance connecting
us.”

His face contorted in pain but he knew all this
already and hearing it might just make him understand it. “I’ve always loved
Ethan, Kyle. You know this, that’s why you made sure he was no longer a rival.”

He sighed and pulled a packet of cigarettes out
of his jacket pocket and lit one, drawing deeply on it before blowing it out in
exasperation. “But you chose me, Jen.”

I stared at him with wide eyes. “No Kyle, you
made me choose you. You threatened to kill Ethan, threatened to hunt him down
and make him pay if I chose him. You made us this way, Kyle. You made our marriage
the disaster that it is” I spat out angrily.

His blazing eyes lifted to mine as his fists
clenched and I could see him rein in his temper as he risked a glance at the
guys who had taken a step closer when they sensed his rage.

“He was my brother, Jen. You were fucking my
brother. How did you expect me to react? Make fucking wedding plans for you
both?”

I sighed and nodded, my shame at what we had
done to him gushing back even after nine years, “I know.”

He leaned forward and rested his forehead on my
lap and I placed my hand in his hair, stroking gently as I desperately tried to
alleviate as much pain as I could.

“But, I love you so much Jen. I always have,
that’s why I couldn’t…
wouldn’t
let you go.”

“It’s time to let me go now, Kyle.” I whispered
as I rested my head on his.

He was still for a while and I could feel his
tears dripping onto my bare thighs but he sat up and gazed at me, his eyes
suddenly dark and cold. “Never…” he hissed quietly as he faintly opened his
jacket pocket and displayed the small gun he had inside.

My eyes shot up to his in horror as my breath
stunted and my blood turned to steel. “You either walk out of here with me or
Ethan’s forehead gets impaled with one of the nice little bullets I have loaded
into this thing.”

I could feel the ice shiver race around my body
and squeeze at my lungs, freezing my breath inside me in a panic. I shook my
head at him and pleaded with my eyes when I couldn’t voice any words.

He nodded slowly, “I don’t care how I get you,
but let me tell you now; You. Will. Never. Be. Free. Of. Me… Never!”

He leaned towards me, his eyes penetrating me
with his promise. “You are mine Jen, till the fucking death. Whether you choose
that to be Ethan first is up to you” he shrugged nonchalantly as I still stared
with huge eyes at him.

I swallowed hard and nodded as my chest heaved,
my stomach lurched and my tears froze inside me as I shut down and stood up.

He rose from his chair and grasped my hand
tightly. “Not a fucking word, you understand?”

I nodded in reply and his hand tightened, “Say
it!” he spat in my ear.

“Yes.”

He led me across the grass and everybody stared
at us but Ethan frowned at our hands clasped tightly together.

“See, she’s always been mine,
brother
”
Kyle mocked in Ethan’s face.

“Jen?” Ethan stuttered and I lifted my eyes to
his confused ones.

“I’m sorry, Ethan.”

He shook his head rapidly as though I was crazy,
and maybe I was but I wouldn’t risk him for anything. “Don’t, Jen. You promised
me, what the hell are you doing?”

His face contorted with so much pain I had to
look away but the desperation in his voice clawed at my heart and tore it wide
open.

“She is coming back with her fucking husband,
that’s what she’s doing, so back the fuck off and leave us to it now.” Kyle
ordered with venom and Ethan narrowed his eyes on him.

“You hurt her ever again and I’ll cause you so
much fucking pain, you’ll wish you were dead!” He growled at Kyle.

Kyle smirked at him then laughed “Bring it on,
bro
.”

He turned to the rest of the stunned group and
saluted them before he stepped away.

Ethan caught my arm and looked at me
distraughtly, “Whatever he said he would do, Jen, don’t listen to him. I can
look after you.”

I shook my head and tried to tell him with my
eyes what was happening but he couldn’t see it.

“Please…” he begged as tears welled in his eyes
and my own flooded forward as Kyle yanked on my hand and pulled me away.

“By the way, Ethan…” I shouted loudly as I was
pushed into the driver’s seat.

I clenched my teeth in anger when I realised
Kyle had drove here drunk and I was relieved he was making me drive us back.

I placed my palm on the window to Ethan as Kyle rounded
the car to the passenger side.

“I love you.” Kyle mouthed at me as he nodded firmly
and my heart lurched when I realised that he knew Kyle had threatened me with
something and I wasn’t choosing Kyle over him.

I nodded in return and he kept his eyes fixed on
mine until I pulled away and I knew he would still be stood there, immobile and
silent for a long while.

BOSS

I watched the car disappear around the corner before I
went in search of E.

I found her staring at me with sad eyes as she held a
crying Lily to her shoulder. “Hey, sexy girl, it’s fine” I soothed her and she
hiccupped but quietened.

“How the hell do you do that?” E asked with a slight grievance
and I laughed at her.

“Same wavelength.” I offered with a grin.

“How come you’re not falling apart?” she now asked with
confusion covering her pretty face.

“We need to talk.”

Her eyes searched my face before she nodded and went in
search of Jax.

She returned a moment later without Lily and we both
walked into Bulk’s house and directly into his study.

I closed the door quietly behind us and waited for her to
sit down as I braced myself for her wrath. “I need you to contact Sal Yemen.” I
told her bluntly.

E had had some trouble with Sal, the head of the mob that
ruled London, after he had kidnapped E and made her give up some information
she had about them but after she gave him what he wanted he offered his
assistance if ever she needed it.

She regarded me with a stunned expression before sighing
heavily, “You know I can’t do that, Boss.”

I chewed on my bottom lip as I pleaded with my eyes, “Hot
stuff, you don’t even have to speak to your Dad, but I need help here.”

She narrowed her eyes and bit her tongue between her
teeth as it poked out a little and I recognised the action from one Jax always
used when he was reining in his temper; husband and wife seemed to even share
habits now and the thought made me sigh in solitude, loneliness creeping in now
Jen had gone again.

“Why do you need help from Sal anyway?” she asked
cautiously and I cringed at her perception.

I turned my gaze away from her and onto the huge photo of
Bulk with his dead wife on the wall; the scene also ate at my heart.

What the man had pulled himself through amazed me but that
was a story for another day.

“Please, E.”

“Do you realise what you’re asking, Boss? He’s your
fucking brother!”

“NO! HE’S NOT” I growled at her.

She reared back at my vehemence and I scrunched my nose
in shame, “Sorry, hot stuff.”

She sighed and nodded at my apology. “The most I can
offer is to arrange a meet for you both, but that’s as far as I go, Boss.”

I closed my eyes in relief and nodded in confirmation,
“Thank you.”

She sucked on her lips and I knew she was holding
something back from me so I nodded in encouragement for her to say what was on
her mind.

“You know how much I love you, Boss but this… are you
sure it’s what Jen wants? She did go with him after all.”

I nodded. “She told me, when she left. She told me she
loved me and I knew then he had threatened her.”

E frowned at me and I could hear the cogs turn in her
head, “I didn’t hear her, Boss. I’m sorry but she didn’t…”

I halted her words with a finger against her lips. “If
Jax just said to you ‘Lock, stock and barrel’, what would you interpret that to
say?”

“That he loves me wholly, it’s our thing” she admitted
openly and I nodded.

“And ours is, By the way… I love you.”

She smiled softly and cupped my face tenderly. “Then
let’s get your girl out of there” she winked as she delved into her bag and
pulled out a business card from her purse.

***

    
Two weeks later, I scanned the
huge foyer as I waited for Sal to come and greet me. I would be lying if I said
I wasn’t bricking it. My swirling stomach and loose bowels an hour earlier had
been proof of that and I chewed on my lower lip as I took in the opulent
furnishings.

A simmering E was still cooking beside me. A condition
that Sal would meet me was that E came with me.

“If the bastard turns up, I’m gonna seriously shave your eyebrows
and tattoo a fucking care bear on your ass whilst you sleep.” She hissed under
her breath beside me as she referred to her father whom she hated with a
passion.

I had no doubts she would stick to her word.

My eyes closed in distress when a man with E’s exact hair
and eye colouring walked through a door at the end of the corridor and she
stiffened immensely.

I just hoped she would let me choose which of the care
bears I wanted inking on my backside.

“Eve.” He said softly and E turned to me with a furious
glare.

“Make that a fucking care bear
and
Harry bastard
Potter” She fumed.

I nodded with a wince as I pictured the round specs on my
right cheek, “Can I have Snape instead, he’s way cooler?”

Her growl shut me the hell up instantly.

“Sal is sending someone for you,” he said to me then
turned to E “you can come with me Eve, Sal wants to see your friend alone.”

I grit my teeth as her chest puffed out and she snarled
at her father, “I don’t think so.”

He sighed heavily and pinched the bridge of his nose in
obvious distress. “Please, Eve. Just a cup of coffee, that’s all.”

She snorted loudly and folded her arms under her breasts,
ignoring him completely as she shifted her eyes around the room.

A guy about our age walked down some stairs and E
stiffened further. “Well look who it is. Little E, my friend who shares my ink”
he smirked and my brow rose at the steam that projected from E’s ears.

I was so in deep shit when we got out of here. I knew she
would threaten the graveyard again, as she usually did when she was pissed with
me. That place frightened the pants off me.

“I am so sorry, hot stuff. I love you. Remember how much
you love me too” I whispered in a plea, hoping her love for me would control
her need for revenge.

She ignored me, her fury with me boiling her brain, as
she turned to her father. “Just one drink” she told the lesser of the two
evils.

He smiled wide and nodded as the other guy laughed quite
insanely and my brows rose at him unconsciously.

He tipped his head at me and narrowed his eyes. The cold
expression had my guts churning and my arse cheeks tightening.

He looked at me like I would imagine a piranha would as
it spotted a dead shark on the sea bed. Hungry and delighted.

Fuck!

“You,” he pointed to me and I gulped in terror, “come
with me.”

I nodded like a fucking maniac, frightened to do anything
else and I didn’t miss the smug smirk E gave me when she noticed the familiar
stance my body took when I was terrified.

“Have fun” she sang merrily to me and I returned the
glare she gave me earlier.

She waggled her fingers at me and grinned wickedly.
“Bitch!” I mouthed and she laughed and winked.

I followed my new friend up the stairs and through a
hallway before he opened a door at the end and gestured with an evil grin and
an arm wave for me to enter.

I squeezed past him, trying to keep as far as possible
away from him. The huge dark guy sat behind a huge desk in the huge room frowned
at me before he shifted his eyes to Mr Welcoming.

“Go, Evan. I don’t need you frightening potential
clients.” He said huskily and I was already intimidated just by the sound of
the authority in his voice.

Evan nodded once and closed the door behind him.

Sal stared at me intently for a while, his gaze assessing
as it travelled up and down my body leisurely and I prayed he wasn’t gay. The
way he looked at me was like a lion sizing up the nearest deer and pondering if
he wanted a nice red or a crisp white to go with it. I didn’t think I was
worthy of a brandy.

“Hi” I stupidly said and I nearly kicked myself at the
way I squeaked it out.

Sal sucked on his lips and I gathered he was trying to
stop the laughter from erupting up his throat at my obvious fear.

“Please, take a seat, Mr Hart.” He tipped his head
politely and motioned to the chair opposite him.

“Boss, please.” I choked out as I stumbled over to the
chair and dropped quite rudely into it.

He frowned and gave me a ‘are you stupid’ glance and I
nearly nodded eagerly and told him, yes, I am very fucking stupid. Insanely so.

“Would you care for a drink,
Boss
?” he asked and I
noticed his throat bob in his relentless task to hold back his bark of laughter
at the tosser he was dealing with.

“Uhh, yes…” I nodded frantically, “please.”

His tongue ventured over his teeth as he rose from his
chair and approached a cupboard full of bottles of expensive liquors.

Christ, it resembled my mother’s pantry at Christmas.

He looked at me questioningly and I waved a hand
“Anything.”

His chest shuffled as he laughed lightly, “Please, Boss.
I’m not going to nail you to the wall and carve your heart out, relax.”

Oh thank God, that was one less thing to worry about. My
heart would still be intact for Jen, when we finally got her out.

I wasn’t so sure about my bowels.

He passed me a crystal tumbler of what looked and smelt
like whisky. I drained the glass in one, the burn near damn choking me on its
way down and I panicked for a moment when I thought he might have spiked it
with arsenic or some date rape drug.

Sal arched an eyebrow at me but refrained from speech… or
laughter.

“Well, what can I do for you, Boss?” He asked eventually
with a soft smile of encouragement.

I swallowed harshly and fisted the arms of the chair, “I,
uhh, need someone…” I tilted my head in reference to what I wanted but Sal
shook his head in bewilderment.

“You know… uhh, I need someone,” I cringed and gulped
again as the whisky tried to make a hasty retreat back up my throat “…seeing
to.”

“Seeing to...” Sal nodded slowly and pursed his lips.
“And what makes you think that I would know how to…
see to someone
, Mr
Hart?”

I stared idiotically at him and frowned. “Oh, well, uhh,
E kinda had a bit of…
business
with you a couple of years back and uhh…”
I trailed off as Sal just watched me intently.

He clicked his tongue loudly and sighed “And if I did
know how to…
see to someone
. What would it be worth, Mr Hart?”

I sucked on my lips and thought of Jen, completely at
that bastard’s mercy, his hands and fists all over her and I looked up at Sal
with as much honesty as I could put into my expression.

“Anything, Sir, absolutely anything.”

Deciding honesty was my best policy here I continued as I
held his gaze. “My… I don’t even know what to call her really; girlfriend seems
too tame for how I feel about her. I… the woman that I love more than my soul’s
worth, she uhh, my brother has her and let’s just say he’s very handy with his
fists with her and…”

He held up a hand and nodded, “Say no more, Mr Hart.
Women beaters fuck me off big time. Make my dick flaccid and my blood hard. I’m
sure we can come to some sort of arrangement.”

I stared at him, thinking about his words as he nearly
blew E up once and threatened to kill her and here he was saying he hated women
beaters, but I shoved it away as quickly as it surfaced.

Who was I to argue with the king of the fucking mob, who
probably had a magnum cellotaped to the underside of his desk that was pointed
directly at my gut, even if he was a two-faced twat?

“Oh, good… thank you, Sir.”

That was easy.

He smiled and pulled out a small phone from his pocket.
“Witness” he stated simply before ending the call.

“Well then, Boss,” he smiled, now back to first name
terms, “let’s get this show on the road.”

I sighed and closed my eyes in both horror at what I was
doing to my own brother but also relief when I realised this was the only way
Jen and I could be together without having to look over our shoulders all the
damn time; the only way possible for her to breathe normally and start to live
her life with me, openly and fully.

I needed her like I needed air to breath, like I needed
food and water to live and like I needed her god damn beautiful face to keep my
heart beating.