Page 134 of Firefly
Then he brings me back to bed.
And when the nightmares start clawing at my brain the second I close my eyes… He kisses me slow and deep until I stop thinking entirely. Keeping my mind occupied exactly the way he knows how.
By the time sleep finally takes me hours later… I’m wrapped safely in the arms of the boy I want to spend the rest of my life with… But sometimes life does funny things, because I can bet my life on it that in the far distance of my brain I heard Hayden tell Brayden, “She will never be yours.”
Hayden
“Til I Collapse- Eminem & Nate Dogg”
I wake up with Firefly wrapped around me.
Soft little snores against my chest.
Blonde curls tangled across my pillow.
One thick thigh hooked over my waist, like even asleep, she’s scared I’ll disappear if she lets go.
And fuck.
This. This right here is all I’ve ever wanted.
Not the Dungeon. Not revenge. Not money. Just her.
Morning light spills softly through the apartment windows, painting gold across her skin, while I lay here staring at her like some lovesick idiot.
She looks peaceful for once.No fear. No pretending. No masks.
Just my girl asleep in my arms after one of the worst nights of her life.
My chest aches so badly. I hate that she went through that because of me. Because of words from some stupid cunt who was jealous of everything Ophelia is.
But what’s worse… is that she couldn’t control it, and that scares the shit out of me.
Three years in prison taught me how to control my anger and rage. Harness it into something else. Something more powerful now.Knowledge.
The more information you have on your opponent or enemy, the more predictable they will be, and then it's an easy strike.
My girl knows nothing about that life. She’s still living in a world where every day is a struggle. A fight for survival, and I’m done with it.
Luckily, she trusts me. Even after what she did last night. Even after blood stained her hands and panic wrecked her completely.
She still crawled into my bed looking for comfort. She could’ve called Bianca, Stone, Asher, or even Spade but she didn’t. She called me.
Yes, the others would’ve helped her, of course they would’ve, but it’s different with her and I. I can’t put it into words but she feels it. I feel it and that’s the way it will always be.
Something heavy settles in my chest.
Something that needs to happen now or she’s going to end up hurt.
This is not just about stupid girls running their mouths. This is so much deeper than that.
Brayden and her father need to die. There’s no other ending anymore. Not if we want forever. Not if I ever want mornings like this permanently instead of stolen ones between disasters.
Judge Fitzgerald and Brayden Augustine are chains wrapped around Firefly’s throat, and chains get broken.
My pulse picks up just thinking about it.The planning. The violence. The relief afterward when nobody can touch her ever again.
Apparently, my heartbeat wakes her, because Ophelia stirs softly against me before blinking sleepy blue eyes up at me.
