His Every Fantasy (9 page)

No one had ever been able to get through or
had even managed a peak behind her wall. She fell silent, lost in
her own agony as she continued to beat on his bare chest. She
wanted him to wear bruises just as she had for too many years now.
She had ever so carefully constructed her wall in thick layers of
concrete and steel over the course of five long and terrifying
years. In walks Jett Damian and not only does he crash right
through them, he decimates them and leaves her bare and
raw.

"You arrogant, single-minded, conceited,
egotistical, intimidating, domineering, pompous-assed, pain the
ass!" She screamed into his chest when she no longer had the
strength to beat on him.

All of sudden, everything came bursting out of
her with the force of an F5 tornado. All of the pent-up emotions,
memories, fears and even the now dead hopes and dreams she had back
then rushed right out of her. She told him everything about David
and her horrific, terrifying relationship with him and how it was
her fault things escalated out of control.

She told him how she had believed everything
David said she was and was now trying to make herself better. She
spoke about the severe beatings where David left her crumpled and
broken in a pool of her own blood more times than she could count.
How he raped her time and again––at home, at work, on the streets
and in disguise and how he held her down and allowed his bastard
friends to rape her as well, one after another. She explained how
it got worse after each attempt to leave.

And when she had finally escaped him and began
to feel safe, he found her again. It happened one night after
working at one of her three jobs. He followed her, dragged her into
an alley and beat her. But it didn’t end there. He whipped her with
a cable wire then stabbed her in the chest with a large hunting
knife.

He planned to leave her in the alley to die,
behind a large commercial garbage can when she made the mistake of
trying to drag herself away. That was when he stepped on her back
holding her down and shot her in the back of the head in cold
blood, execution style. The bullet bounced in her skull inside
before it exited behind her ear.

Lastly, she told him about her horrific
hospital experience and how they had let him in to see her because
he played the loving husband card. He tried to suffocate her with a
pillow and would have succeeded, had the security guard not
happened by to check on her for a concerned friend. Then, how her
own parents tried to have her committed when they found out she
planned to testify against her ex. He was rich, powerful, and older
than her by thirteen years. He paid off all of her parents' debts
and convinced them that she was framing him because he left her the
day she claimed to escape. That was the story he stuck to or at
least tried to. She had been forced to hire a bodyguard service,
testified against him and put the bastard away, she had thought,
for 25 years.

Mandy never spoke to her parents ever again.
They were dead to her and her to them. When she sued for damages
and medical expenses, David’s parents settled the lawsuit above and
beyond what she had asked for. She took the money and moved to the
other side of the country and obtained a new identity thanks to the
underground railroad of volunteers who helped her disappear and
started her life over from scratch. Her survival had been a
miracle, the doctors said. All that mattered to her, was that she
was alive, free and safe.

Those same volunteers with the Underground
Railroad delivered a letter to her, addressed to her old name at a
undisclosed post office box. They made a copy of it for her file
and then returned the letter as addressee not known. David was
getting out on a technicality and granted a new trial. The letter
said the judge agreed to use her former testimony instead of trying
to find her and forcing her to come back and relive it all over
again. The evidence against him was overwhelming and the witnesses
to his crime would testify. But none of that mattered now, she
would never be safe again. She knew David would not stop until she
was dead. She begged him not to tell a soul about her, because he
would kill her. As far as she was concerned, David’s ex-wife died
that night in the alley and someone new was given life out of her
ashes.

Jett was stunned by everything she told him
and beyond furious at the bastard who did it to her. He was in
complete awe of Mandy. When she stopped beating on his chest and
collapsed in his arms, spent and exhausted, he carried her to the
rocker-recliner and rocked her as she cried her heart out. He could
tell it was way overdue and was honored that she trusted him so
deeply with all of it.

Mandy had also explained to him that she had
tried nearly every kind of therapy in the field to help her move on
in life and let the past go. She further explained how she
desperately wanted, no needed, some semblance of normalcy in her
life that didn’t consist of flashbacks, hyper vigilance, bouts of
insomnia and so much more, all of which have kept her trapped in
the past and never moving forward. That is, until the moment he
pushed her body and mind into subspace.

She explained to him how in that space, she
was finally free of the past. It was as if a small part had been
released, never to haunt her again and how amazing that felt. She
begged him to help her reach it as many times as it took to
completely release her past and heal her soul.

Jett said he needed to think on it. His body
did not need any time to think as it hummed to life with the
implications and desires. Mandy needed to know exactly what
becoming a part of his world will entail and what he will expect of
her and what she could not expect of him. What he was incapable of
giving her.

"You need to come to the club with me Mandy,
before you decide if you want to be a part of my life and my world.
But know this, whether you choose my world or not, if you choose me
or not, I
will
keep you safe from the bastard who did this
to you. I will use every resource at my disposal to keep you safe
while you live in this city. There is no need to run again,
sweetheart. Running doesn't solve anything and it will not solve
anything now. Do not run again Mandy. Trust in me, please and yes,
I know exactly what I am asking of you."

"Is it really necessary to attend your club,
just to make my decision?"

"Yes. My club's logo, "where reality fades
into fantasy" has more erotic implications than you can possibly
imagine, tigress."

"What about my friends?"

Jett explained to her that they had access to
the main part of the club but not to the VIP area. Not until she
has seen it for herself and they discuss it more in his home in
private.

"There you go, being presumptuous
again."

"Not presumptuous, just honest. You are
exhausted after releasing your massive burden. Let me get you to
bed so you can rest." Jett lifted her trembling body in his arms
and carried her back to bed as if she was the most precious thing
in the world to him. He laid beside her and held her as she fell
asleep, something he despised but with her, it felt right. Jett
also knew how badly Mandy needed human touch and to feel safe in
his arms, especially when in her mind, her world had been thrown
into chaos and terror once again not only by the letter about her
ex, but when Nicole told him too much in her jealousy.

While Mandy was deeply asleep, Jett talked
Nicole into telling him what Mandy did and said before she left the
bookstore the day of her accident. After Nicole told him
everything, he was positive she had just given up at that point and
it was all his fault. It did not matter that he knew nothing of her
past at the time or the horror she had miraculously lived through.
It was still his fault she was in her current state of
mind.

Jett knew Mandy should have died in that alley
and while she claimed the old her did die there, Jett now worried
that maybe deep inside she was still dead and yet fighting to live.
He feared he was only going to cause her more pain, but at the same
time could not bear to let her go.
Forgive me Mandy for not
being a more honorable man, if I was, I would walk away right now
and let you heal on your own.

Mandy woke the next morning in a cold sweat to
the sound of her own screams. She dreamt of David finding her and
Jett and that David killed Jett for trying to protect her. She felt
Jett jerk awake beside her and then felt his arms wrapping around
her sweaty, cold and shaking body and heard his whispered words of
reassurance in her ear. She wanted, no needed to push him away and
keep him safe from David. But she feared her efforts would be for
nothing. She was afraid one of David's associates could be in the
city looking for her.

I have no right to involve Jett in my past
mess with David. I can't allow him to get hurt. This is my mess to
figure out. I want so badly to trust him to keep me safe but to do
that puts him in danger. David is a sociopath and killing Jett
would not cause him to even bat an eye. Then again, I fear if I try
to escape back into the underground, Jett will do something to
prevent it from happening. Urgh! I wish I had a magic ball to read
his mind!
She wanted to trust Jett to take care of the
situation, but was not sure she can let go of her deep seated fear
and years of mistrust that had kept her alive to date. She really
had no choice but to run after all. Mandy sighed with the weight of
it all.

"Don’t you dare even consider it, tigress. You
are mine now and I refuse to let you do something stupid like
running away. You may as well put a large red bow around yourself
and yell, here I am, come and get me." Jett growled in a deep tone
of possessiveness in her ear and his arms tightened around her. "I
swear I will lock you up in my bedroom day and night if I have to,
to keep you safe. Don’t tempt me woman."

"I can’t do this Jett. I refuse put your life
in danger!"

"My life will not be in danger, I have enough
resources to keep us both safe so you
will
come home with
me. At least, until we know where he is and what he is planning. Do
you honestly trust me Mandy?"

"You know I do to a point, as for a deeper
trust, I am trying but it is hard to overcome years of mistrust of
others." Mandy admitted in all honesty.

"That is good enough for now. I need you to
promise me that you will let me handle this for you and if it comes
to a point where you need to go into hiding, I will make it happen
and go with you."

"Fine, I don't want to argue anymore." Mandy
sighed, so tired of everything being a fight with this
stubborn-assed man.

"Promise me, Mandy!" He growled in a severe
tone.

"Fine Jett. I fucking promise to let you
handle it for now and agree to come with you. Okay?"

"Only if you mean it, tigress." His voice
dropped to a tone as cold as a wintery morning in the
mountains.

"I do! Now drop it, dammit!" Mandy yelled at
him again.

Jett pulled out his cell phone and called
Xavier and told him to gather Mandy’s personal items from her condo
and take them to his place. She would be living with him for
awhile. He further instructed him to call the bodyguard detail.
There would be a three o’clock meeting that afternoon. He needed
two of them to be Mandy’s personal guards at all times.

ON THE WAY to Jett’s place, they stopped at
the bookstore and at Mandy’s condo so she could pick up anything
she needed or wanted. They stopped at the bookstore first. Mandy
needed her ledger books, orders and such as well as her two
laptops, one for personal use and the other was for
business.

The bookstore was surprisingly packed, until
Mandy remembered the best-selling author she previously scheduled
for a book signing event that day and it appeared that every woman
in the city was present to see him. She suddenly felt very plain
and frumpy compared to the mass of women there. She wished she
really knew what Jett wanted with her or saw in her. She couldn’t
even hope to come close in comparison to the many women drooling
all over her clean floors when they noticed Jett’s presence among
them. She had to admit to herself, she was surprised and secretly
pleased when she noticed that Jett outright ignored all of the
other women and when forced to speak, he was overly polite, even
cold. All of his attention was given her.

Jett's arm tightened possessively around
Mandy. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen and he
didn't think twice about giving her his undivided attention. No one
there could come close to comparing to her. He smirked when he
noticed she began walking taller and more self-confident at his
side.

"Everyone is staring at us, Jett." Mandy
chuckled.

"I believe every woman in this place wants to
be you, wants to tear your hair out, or cozy up to you. Don’t worry
I will protect you, my pretty." Jett whispered in her ear and let
out a soft evil laugh. He smiled when she felt his tigress shiver
in delight.

Nicole was working behind the counter when she
saw Mandy come in, a smile on her face and draped over Jett’s arm.
That is, until she noticed all the women staring back at them.
Mandy did not see what she saw. Any woman present in the building
could see, plain as day, Jett’s complete obsession with and
attraction to her. She was the center of his world and he revolved
around her and her alone with a single-minded intensity.