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“With everything I am. I’ll always be by your side.”
It was his truth.
A vow Talan made to the woman who owned him. Because that is what Maya did to him, she held his entire life in her hands. He lived for her smile . . . her happiness.
And now someone has dimmed that light in her eyes with their malice.
Because if one thing was certain, it was that he breathed for her. It was her warmth and love that gave him a home—a purpose and desire for more.
But now that had been threatened. Maya was in pain and that for him was unbearable. His love for his Bitty has taken him past the breaking point and he’s determined to make those that hurt her pay. He wanted the blood of those that wronged her—almost took her away from him—on his hands.
It was his fault. A fault that he would right no matter what he had to go through.
How does a man so completely in love with his female react to seeing her broken in a hospital bed?
He fights. Goes against all logic and seeks vengeance.
“Let’s get you naked.” Giggles rang out of the small room as I lecherously waggled my eyebrows while removing her hospital gown. Warmed my fucking heart to hear her so carefree. Then, that laughter died—gone, just as fast as it had arrived.
“Bitty, what…” The small mirror above the sink. Motherfuck. “Baby, it’s just bruising. It’ll all go away in time.” No reaction. Instead, her eyes stood transfixed on the small piece-of-shit object that hung on the wall. Linda and Mathew had been dead set on not letting her see the bruising that had developed on over half her face. It was the wrong call. Told them as much.
Watery eyes stared back at her reflection. “Oh my God.” Three words. The pitch in her tone was even and resolute, as if she had no more fight left in her.
Cupping her jaw, I turned her sad face toward my own. “Stop it.”
“Talan, look at what she—”
“You are beautiful.” Her beauty was more than just superficial; my Bitty had a heart of gold.
A long sigh escaped her, and she looked down. “It’s not the bruising that hurts me, Talan. It’s seeing what she did—reliving it all over again.”
“How can I forget? Dammit, look at me!”
“When did I ever tell you to forget?”
“It was implied.” An annoyed huff which ended with her hand on her hip followed. Stubborn fucking woman. How could she even think that?
“I’d never be so insensitive as to say that. Maya, I said fuck her…everything she stands for, not what she did and will pay for with blood.”
Her face softened at that, and the hand on her hip fell beside her. “You promised me.”
“Let’s get you cleaned up before the water turns cold.” Maya pursed her lips but didn’t argue. With a soft touch, I pulled her lace panties down and threw them inside the small waste container in the room. Those wouldn’t be needed.Nothing she wore inside this place would be coming home with us.
Elena M. Reyes was born and raised in Miami Florida. She is the epitome of a Floridian and if she could live in her beloved flip-flops, she would. As a small child, she was always intrigued with all forms of art—whether it was dancing to island rhythms, or painting with any medium she could get her hands on. Her first taste of writing came to her during her fifth grade year when her class was prompted to participate in the D. A. R. E. Program and write an essay on what they’d learned. Her passion for reading over the years has amassed her with hours of pleasure. It wasn't until she stumbled upon fanfiction that her thirst to write overtook her world. She now resides in Central Florida with her husband and son, spending all her down time letting her creativity flow and letting her characters grow.