Page 63 of Bedlam

Releasing her throat, I carry her out of the shower, towel us off and lay her down on the bed. She takes long, deep shuddering breaths as I slide in next to her, covering us with a blanket as she wraps her legs around my hip, placing a kiss on my nose.

“You’re a fucking prick, but let’s nap, then eat.” She giggles sleepily and I nod.

“Whatever you say, Siren. Don’t be alarmed if I fuck you again while you sleep. It’s kind of my thing.” I admit, but her eyes drift and soft snores soon echo the room.

Even though she doesn't remember me, I'll work overtime to get her memories back. But when she wakes, we need answers. It’s time for a little chat. Put everything on the table and see where we go from there.

What I do know is I’ll never give up on her. All those times she could’ve tried,keyword: triedto leave me but she never did. She accepted me and the monster, so in return, I’m here to stay. Forever and always.

forty-three

Dear Diary

forty-four

One Crisis At A Time

Dario

“Can I check your arm?” Spade asks, rolling up the sleeve to my black tee.

“It’s fine, Reid.” I spit, taking my anger out on the wrong brother. Can Jameson ever just give her a fucking minute? I swear he knows how to ruin a whole fucking high with his bullshit. He always thinks he knows best, and look how that shit turned out. Look where the fuck we are today. Half the shit that has happened is his doing. Not to say we all didn’t have a helping hand in the destruction, but he never fucking listens. Cold liquid hits my sutures, causing a slight sting. He pats it dry, rubbing ointment over the wound and placing a new bandage on top.

“There, all clean.” He smiles and I shake my head.

“Do you want me to wrap your ribs? Get you some meds?” he asks me, and I quirk a brow at him as I watch him fiddle around the kitchen.

“Spade, why are you acting all jumpy?” I question, but he lowers his head, chewing on his lip.What the fuck has him so nervous?

“Reid, I’m fucking talking to you!” I shout, and his eyes finally snap to mine.

“Fine, you know I don’t like addressing my feelings and fuck. So, Ryder wants to be more than what we are, and Jade said I don’t have to choose, and now I don’t know what the fuck to do. Ryder said some shit in the van and Jade asked me a question and I know Ry is going to want that answer, but I’m fucking scared,” he stammers out.

“Jesus, slow the fuck down. One crisis at a time.” I say with a grin. “Do you have feelings for Ryder?” I ask, and he takes a deep breath.

“Yes, I do. But I love her,” he admits and I laugh.

“Okay, you can love her and still be with both of them. What did she say about it?” I ask, grabbing a cold water bottle from the fridge.

“She said I’d never have to choose, that I can have both of them.” He says, biting his bottom lip.

“Okay, so then what is the problem?” I ask, punching him in the shoulder.

“I don’t fucking know. I guess I’m just nervous. I don’t know. It’s always been her, with a side of Jay. Oh god. Jay. Fuck.” He says grabbing at his hair.

“Will you calm the fuck down? Go roll a joint and I’ll order some food. Jesus, you need a Xanax.” I laugh and he shakes his head, walking out of the room.

Pulling out my phone, I check my emails and texts and see one I refuse to open. I don’t give a flying fuck about Marsela or her family. The contract is now null and void. I’m free, for the time being. They’ve already tried to kill me once and they won’t stopuntil the job is complete, I just hope this mess doesn't land on Jade’s doorstep.

Sliding my phone back into my jeans, I walk into the living room and see Jade and Jameson finally made it back down here. It’s been hours since we got back and I know Spade is starving, but he wanted to wait for them.

Tonight is the night we finally talk and hopefully clear the air. I know she’s not going to give us the answers we need, but hopefully we can give her some insight on her lost memories, or maybe trigger some to help her.

Clearing my throat, everyone’s eyes are on me, and I laugh.

“What do you heathens want to eat?” I ask as Jade jumps up to sit next to me, but Jameson grabs her wrist, causing her to side-eye him.

“Caveman.” She says with an arched brow and he lets go as she continues to come sit with me.