Camouflage (Predator and Prey #1) (22 page)

“Can you please stop on Maple Street? I want to see Joseph before I leave.”

Daniello looked at me with question. “Take a right up here.”

Daniello eased onto the street, my Chevelle sticking out like a sore thumb. But the street, like every other road, look deserted and I was sure we went unnoticed.

“Stop here, please.” Amber quickly exited the car and walked up to what looked like the most well-kept house on the block. I watched her knock before she was greeted by an older woman, who I swore I recognized. She quickly made her way into the house and I sighed a little in relief.

Daniello got out of the car, taking long strides away from it. Puzzled, I followed him until he was at the end of the street, looking each direction.

“What are you doing?”

He turned to me with more emotion in his face than I ever thought possible. “This place ...Jesus Christ, this is where you come from?”

I felt the lump gather in my throat as he looked around, desperate for some sign of life, some sort of way to believe places like this didn’t exist. He got no relief. My lover was full of untold emotion and words as he turned to me.

“Don’t pity me, Daniello. I—”

He gripped my arms and looked down at me, completely exasperated. “I do not pity you, Taylor Ellison. I could never pity a woman I admire. You ...what you have done, leaving here, the woman you have become.” He leaned in, claiming my lips and covering me in warmth as he held me tightly to him, giving me the most passionate kiss I’d ever received in my life. I ignored the pain burning through my side as I let him have his way with me. Just when I thought I couldn’t get any closer, he pulled me tighter to him, roaming my mouth with his tongue, his strong arms not giving any leeway. He pulled away after several minutes, my body molded to his and whispered to me, “Phoenix.”

As his realization dawned, so did mine. This man understood me.

Amber’s shriek interrupted our moment as she begged the woman at the door for her son.

“Please, he belongs with me. Please, just let me have him!”

Daniello and I headed her way as she sat on the steps in front of a closed front door.

“Leave me here. I can’t leave him. I can’t,” she said with a shaky voice.

“If you want him back, come with me. I will help you. We can get you on your feet. It’s the only way.”

Daniello remained silent. I was sure all of this drama was far from what he was used to dealing with. Then again, he had a sister with nine children. He stared at Amber absently and I nodded my head toward the car.

“Amber, there is no future here, you know that. It won’t be long. I’ll hire the best lawyer in the U.S. You just have to do your part.”

She nodded as she looked back at the door.

The ride back to Charleston was odd to say the least. Maybe it was the reprieve from the severity of the situation that had us all in better spirits. The minute we were miles from Dyer, Amber’s eyes lit up as she looked around her wistfully.

“Have you ever been out?” I asked as she shook her head.

“Never, not even to Memphis.”

“Get ready for a little culture shock,” I said, looking at her in the backseat. “I live near the ocean. That’s the first place we will go.”

She smiled then, a deep genuine smile, though I knew her skin was crawling with need. It would take weeks to break her habit and she was handling it better than I thought possible. I would get my doctor to write her a prescription to help her sleep most of it off. I was curious about Joseph, but didn’t want to bring up such a painful subject while she smiled. Daniello tapped his fingers to Breaking Benjamin’s “Sooner or Later”
as I played DJ most of the way. He seemed to like my taste in music as he test drove my Chevelle through Tennessee.

“I think I will get one of these for home,” he mused and then added, “Maybe one that smells better.”

“Uh, yeah, sorry about that,” Amber muttered as she kept her eyes closed, the pain of withdrawal hitting her hard.

I had tried last night to get the smell out as I cleaned up my sister’s vomit out of my sixty thousand dollar classic car, but the scent still lingered.

When we finally arrived in Charleston, I saw Rocco sitting idle, waiting. Daniello parked the car with ease next to my collection in the garage.

Amber wandered into the condo as Daniello turned to me.

“I will return.”

I chuckled at his attempt at a more stable relationship. We were so screwed.

“Will you call, too?”

“No,” he barked as he took my lips and then walked out the door. I shook my head and raced after him, my rib screaming at me for it.

“Hey, you.” I caught up to him and placed a slow kiss on his lips. “I like you now.”

His slow smile made my whole body flutter with need. “Ah, Taylor, you have always liked me.”

“No, no I haven’t,” I said, truthfully. He laughed loudly as he took my lips again before whispering in my ear. “Enjoy your family union.”

It was on the tip of my tongue to correct him but he gave me a knowing wink.

Rocco’s stare out of the damaged SUV was deadly. I gave him a wink and a wave as Daniello climbed into the passenger side.

I wondered if he was going home to Barga. I wondered how our relationship would change with my sister living with me, even if it was temporarily. I smiled as I remembered his description of me.

“Phoenix,” I whispered, remembering a quote from a lit class at Harvard.

Rising from the ashes, you spread your wings to fly Reaching now for those final dreams, belief will never die

Beautiful and so glorious, the eternal bird of fire Soaring up into the sun, leaving behind the pyre

Dreams are now your destiny; reach with all your might

You’re a powerful inferno, ablaze and in full flight Yesterday is over, today has just begun

The sky is now your playground your home is now the sun –

Laz

Auburn Sunset 43.

I stared at the box before I barked my order. “You fucking done yet?”

“In a minute!”

“Rub it in good.” The itch raced through me as my blood boiled with thoughts of her still running through my head. All of that fucking beauty and I had smashed it with the back of my hand. I’d squeezed the life out of it, almost to the point of no return. I plucked a cigarette from my pack and lit it with a slow inhale.

She fucking broke me.

And after all this time, I’d wanted to return the favor more than I’d ever wanted anything. Killing her with my bare hands would’ve been the most righteous way. She deserved to die at the hands of the man who had made her. I’d shaped her into the woman she was and she was fucking some foreigner who had no rights to her.

She was supposed to be mine as she had promised.

“Now, right fucking now,” I ordered as I crushed my cigarette into Lucy’s expensive carpet and pulled out my cock. I’d been hard all day thinking of crushing the bones in her perfect face and watching her lying lips go blue. I’d sacrificed more for her, done more for her than I’d ever thought I would do for anyone.

She didn’t appreciate shit. She’d never loved me. Her eyes lied, her lips did the same.

Lucy came out of the bathroom wearing nothing but the same shade of hair that’d I’d ordered her to keep up. My skin itched and I needed release as I jerked her by the arm and slammed her head down on her kitchen table.

“Please, don’t hurt me.”

“Please shut the fuck up and take your medicine.” I spit into my hand and rubbed it over my cock before positioning my head at her ass. “Fuck you,” I hissed, slamming into her and hearing her scream. I gripped the red locks, pulling hard and feeling a few give in my hand. I fucked her hard as I cursed her for every fucking thing she’d ever done.

“Liar, whore, thief.” I shook with rage as I pounded into her over and over, hearing her cries. Each prayer from her lips fueled me as I shoved into her, all of my frustration centered on my cock.

It was only when I saw the blood that I slowed and released her. She crumpled onto the floor, broken as I unloaded in the hair shielding her face. “FUCK YOU!”

Minutes passed as I sat in my jeans at the table and smoked a foil as she gathered herself from the floor.

“NO MORE!” she screamed. “I can’t do this anymore! Laz, please, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to—”

“You cost me my son, you fucking cunt!” I stood and slapped her back to the floor where I watched her fall apart. “You and that fucking running mouth of yours. Couldn’t leave it alone, could you? Had to spray the habits of everyone in town with that fucking mouth!”

I pulled my cell from my pocket and saw the text.

Amber: Here.

Me: Good girl. I know you can do this. Get our son back.

I would’ve killed Taylor today had I not needed her, but I figured with the sacrifices I’d made she owed me this before I took her life. I wasn’t sentimental, not anymore. I needed her connections and money to get the only thing that mattered back to me.

Joseph.

And when Taylor served her purpose, I would show her just how much mercy I had displayed today.

She really should have stayed gone.

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