Page 53 of Caged

I’ve touched a nerve.

Good.

Getting what I need from the kit, I have to stop myself and slow down. Melissa wouldn’t know this shit to the levels I do.

I look him dead in the eye before I speak. I’m still furious.

“I know exactly who I am speaking to. Now lay down, let me fix this and I’ll go.”

I point to the bed, motioning for him to listen to me.

His eyebrow raises, it’s almost like he’s impressed when I speak to him like this. The way he’s looking at me has my cheeks flushing.

Not just with anger either.

He does as I say and, like a good soldier, doesn’t make a peep as I stitch him up, a lot slower than I would usually. Although it's a neat job, I’ve had a few minutes to get into my head why Melissa might know this.

“Done.”

I pack it all away and scoot back.

I need some space to compose myself. Each day that passes I am getting more involved, and not just with my head.

And when the truth is revealed to both of them, I’ll have a double stab to the heart.

Looking down at the blood on my hands, I stand and back away from him.

This isn’t the first, nor will it be the last time I have blood on my hands. I just pray that it isn’t his in the future.

Except, failure isn’t an option here. My brother's life is on the line.

All the air is sucked out of my lungs as I picture his face.

I would die for him.

I can’t let my feelings get in the way.

“I-I need to get cleaned up.”

Fuck. I really am becoming my alias.

I don’t give him a chance to reply before I stumble out of his room and slam my door shut.

I almost want him to fuck this out of me. Is that the answer here?

Turning on the shower, I hold my stained hands under the stream of water waiting for it to warm up.

And it’s like a light switch flicks on in my brain.

That is the answer. It’s been there all along.

He likes me a bit wild. He wants me. He kissed me.

I can get closer to those damn diamonds if I’m his. I can probably protect him better that way too.

Wrapping a towel around me, I tiptoe back down the hall.

As his en-suite opens, a cloud of steam billows out before revealing his presence. Wiping a towel over his face and one loosely wrapped around his waist, it draws my eyes to zone in on the package tenting the material.