My Demons (The Angel Trilogy #2) (16 page)

We pull into the driveway and as the guards’ approach Marco converses and laughs with them. He’s calling me a chicken and a bunch of other shit in Portuguese.

My wrists are held tight in handcuffs, of which, by the way, I don’t know how I’m going to get out of them. I’m pushed and shoved into the old house.

“This way,” Marco hisses. I go along with whatever it is. Why not let it play out? I’ve wanted to do this for a very long time.

“Ah son, you’ve brought me a token of your loyalty.” He claps his hands together.

“Yes.” He closes his eyes and bows his head like we’re in Asia or some shit. I’d like to be in Asia about right now. I’m also starting to wonder if I’m really here to kill his father.

His father waves the guards outside and this is when I realize this is what he’d expected. “Sit, sit.” His father waves Marco to make himself comfortable. “You, Evan Young, have made my life and the life of my loyal son very difficult.”

“I did my best,” I smirk.

“Yes, yes.” He laughs again. “I could offer you a job or kill you, which would you prefer?”

Marco stands reaching for my cuffs and I think this is the time. “He’ll accept a job.” He blindsides me.

What the fuck?

He nudges my back. “Yes,” I agree.

“Wonderful, I see that you have chosen well.” He sits behind his desk doing the same thing I’ve seen Thomas do. He lights a cigar and pours a clear liquid in his glass. When he stand to look out the window, Marco nods to me.

I’ve done this sort of thing many times before. Knowing that I’m being used by Marco doesn’t really bother me. I’m not sure that Abby’s really in danger, I do know however, this prick wants power, and he always has.

I know that the man I’m walking toward this very moment doesn’t mean anyone well. I know that in a second he will kill, and for this very reason I reach my hands around his neck. He struggles for a second before the vertebra snaps causing the connection between his spine and brain to be severed and all function to stop.

He’s dead…

His body falls to the floor. I take a deep breath and stare out the window wondering how many times in my life I can do this before God himself reaches down from heaven sending me and my demons to burn in hell.

Chapter Nineteen

Abby

I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. The one thing I do know is I am who I am, but that’s neither here nor there. The feelings that I have in my soul… my head falls along with the thought.

I hold my head in my hands with the sleeves of Evan’s Henley hanging over my hands. I can smell his cologne. The smell has me hypnotized.

I shake my head.

I scoot to the edge of my large bed and let my feet fall to the floor, only they don’t quite reach, so I jump down and slowly pad to the mirror on my dresser.

The person that stares back at me is different than I remember. I want to slap this woman. Yes, I see a woman, someone that has stepped into the world of deep dark secrets reserved for only the wise. This girl isn’t ready for these secrets or nightmares really, the only thing I think I can’t truly handle is more loss in my life. Tears swell in my eyes, but they don’t feel like my eyes. They feel like someone else’s in someone else’s body. I’m standing in my bedroom of my parents’ home. I’m only wearing Evan’s Henley and panties. I packed it with my things from our apartment. It reminds me of things my mind won't. I resent the girl I was before the accident. She had everything. She knew exactly what she wanted, so I’ve been told, and I know nothing.

Do I just forget about Evan?
He isn’t making this easy for me that’s for sure. Disbelief that he would just up and leave fill the air that I breathe.

I pick up a small bottle of perfume and remove the lid to smell its white floral scent. I remember this was Addie’s favorite perfume. I rub my finger over the top and then run my finger under my nose. Memories of her swim in my mind.

My hair is flowing over my shoulder in a mess of curls. I see Addie now and I smile. “I love you, sissy.” This reminds me I’m alive, when all that’s left is a broken heart. I still feel the pain of losing her like it happened just yesterday. I feel like I’ve been seriously screwed out of a life.

“Abby?” Sue knocks.

I don’t respond right away, there’s no reason to. I have decided I can’t be in this house another day. There are too many memories here and I just can’t take another day of this torture. Coming here when Evan disappeared was a mistake. I set the crystal bottle on the dresser. “Come in,” I whisper. The door opens and it’s not Sue that walks through. “Abby?”

“What the hell?” I nearly snap, ok I do snap, but I’m breaking inside everywhere and I can’t help it I just can’t. I wrap my arms around my body, probably turning on the protective shield at this point. “Who are you and what are you doing here?” This is the same beautiful woman that was with Evan. A tear slips from my eye and I quickly brush it away with the sleeve of Evan’s shirt. “Abby,” she says so softly, her eyes laced with fear.

“Yes?” I want to be mean to her, I want to rip her head off, but something about her is so gentle and innocent that I can’t and I feel intrigued.

“I wanted to introduce myself to you, but you ran away so quickly before, that I…” she pauses to look around the room, “I didn’t get a chance.”

“Hmm,”
I know this is going to sound strange, but I feel like I know…no like I have seen her before.
I shake the thought.
No.
I tilt my head.
Do I?

“I’m not… Evan and I aren’t together, and I know that you know that… I know he told you.” She walks to the dresser just inches from where I stand running her hand along the cream marble top. “We are, however, best friends.” She offers a kind smile.

Her eyes bore into mine. There’s something so familiar about her. “Do I know you?” I shake my head again.

“I wish,” she mumbles just barely loud enough for me to hear. “I think you're awesome, Abby. And I think Evan finding you was the best thing that ever could’ve happened to him.” She smiles kindly

“Ok, so, go on.” I sit on the bench at the foot of my bed.

She approaches sitting next to me. “Abby, my name is Natalia. I’ve known Evan for a long time and I know that him disappearing like he did isn’t like him.” She rubs her hands over her thighs mindlessly. “I would never come to you and scare you, but I think that it’s time to consider something’s wrong.”

“Wrong? Like he didn’t leave on purpose wrong, or he did and he got a flat tire wrong?”

“Marco, Abby.”

“Seriously? He can’t possibly have anything to do with this.”
Does he?

“I don’t know, but even you know what Marco’s capable of Abby, and it isn’t pretty. Have you spoken to him?” She stands and leans against my dresser. I shake my head. “I’m really sorry that this is happening to you guys. It seems like you can’t catch a break.” She sits down next to me again. “He loves you, Abby. If you have any doubt about that just know that I’ve never seen the kind of love, like the love Evan young has for his girl, Abigale.” She smiles, standing again. “I’m going after him, wherever he is and if you want to help, call me.” She opens the door to leave.

“Wait, I don’t have your number.” I hurry.

“It’s in your phone,” she answers walking down the hallway.

I step back into my room grabbing my phone that’s sitting on the dresser. I scroll through to the N’s and see her name and number. “How the hell?” I have no idea how she did that without me knowing or being aware in some way.

“Knock, knock,” my mom says as she’s entering my room. “Who was that?” she asks approaching me.

We sit on the bench and she hands me a cup of coffee. “Thank you.” I smile my best fake smile.

“Tell me. Who was she?” She eyes me curiously.

I shrug. “Just a friend.”

“Oh.” She nods. “Have you heard from Evan?”

I look down, tapping my fingers on the large white mug. “No.” I shake my head.

“I see. And you don’t think he could just be working? You said his job is crazy.”

I take a deep breath. Hearing my phone notifications. “Yea, it is.” I look at the bright screen.

Natalia:
Don’t say anything about our chat. Don’t want it getting to the wrong person.

Abby:
K.

Natalia:
Call me when you’re ready.

I wasn’t going to say anything.
I lock my phone.

“Everything, ok?”

I squint my brows. “Oh yeah, I’m fine.”

Chapter Twenty

Abby

The minutes have turned into hours, which have turned into days. I woke this morning unsure of my future and now I wonder about the next few hours hidden in the cracks of my fate. Fate’s a bitch and has taken a bit of a ridiculous turn for me. This seems to happen about every five minutes or so, and I’d like to kick fate in her high-class ass.

“What’re you going to do?” Amy asks as she’s running a brush through my hair. I shrug and wipe away a tear that inevitably finds the light. I feel sick to my stomach these days. “What would make you feel better? I could find him and kick his ass for you,” she grunts. “You know I could, I’m a badass.” She completely loses it tugging my hair as she’s in hysterics laughing.

I laugh so hard I snort from my nose. “You’re the best friend I could ever have.” I end in a tearful display. I turn and grab her neck holding on for dear life.

“I’m so sorry Abby, it's all right,” She sings.

I feel pain in my stomach. I feel lost, unconnected, but determined to find out what happened. I’ve spent the last week wondering what I did to make Evan leave me. “We were doing so well, and then I woke up and he was gone. I haven’t received any phone calls, texts, and I don’t know what to think. I don’t understand what I did wrong?”

“It’s ok Abby, it’s going to be all right.” She squeezes me tighter. “I need to get you out of this funk. Do you want to have dinner and just get out of your PJ’s? You need a shower.” She holds her nose for the full effect.

“I never want to get out of my pajamas again.” I wipe my running nose with the tissue I’ve been mindlessly holding onto.

Amy takes a deep breath. “Listen, you can’t do this to yourself every time something bad happens, Abby. You have to get up and shake it off.”

My eyes meet Amy’s, but there not feeling warm and fuzzy over her response. “Amy you do the same thing only you’re making yourself throw up every time you have a problem. So please don’t give me your line of bullshit.” I stand from the place on the floor.

Amy’s face is flat and I see that she’s conflicted with the response she wants to give. “I… I don’t,” is all she ends with standing and walking out of my bedroom closing the door a little harder than normal behind her.

I drop to the floor again with my face landing in my palms. I didn’t mean to upset her, but I needed to say something to her eventually. I know how pathetic I am. I don’t need her to tell me, even if she doesn’t mean it to make me feel as tiny as a penny, she did. The thing that pisses me off the most is I know she’s right. I’ve been in this room for days. My mom and dad have attempted to get me out of here, but I haven’t wanted to leave.

Maybe a run would be good. I need to clear my head so maybe that’s exactly what I need right now.

“And for your information, I hurt too Abby. So stop thinking you’re the only one,” Amy huffs in my doorway having just jerked the door back open and then closing it again.

“Wait, Amy I’m sorry.” I hurry out the door. “I’m being a bitch I’m sorry. Forgive me?”

She just turns on her heels and grabs me into her arms. “I’m sorry too.”

“Hey, let's go running and then hang out the rest of the day. I’ll even take a shower.” I laugh in between sobs.

“Sounds good.”

“Be ready in thirty.” I turn and sprint to my bedroom. As I close my bedroom door I hear my phone buzzing on the marble top of my dresser. When I pick it up, I see the same unknown number I’ve seen repeatedly over the last few months.

Unknown:
Little teases get what they deserve… eventually.

I take a deep breath and throw my phone. I want to respond and scream because I’ve once again had my number changed, and yet, whoever this is still sending me the same fucked up threatening messages.

I haven’t changed it since Evan left though because I’m afraid that he will try to call, and if it’s changed then he can’t, so I’ll endure it and wait.

I pad through my large bedroom entering my bathroom and stripping off my pajamas opening the glass doors to my shower.

Evan is the only man in my thoughts from the time that I wake up till I fall into my dreams. I lather my hair with the organic vanilla shampoo and close my eyes wondering if he’s thinking about me too.

All I want to do is live my life with him. I don’t know where he is, but I know he’ll come back to me. On days like this I need him more than ever. I want him to touch me with his big strong hands. I want him to cup my breast and lick my nipples that harden at the very sight of him.

I open my closed eyes realizing I’m leaning up against the tile wall with one hand on my breast and the other between my legs. I continue to imagine he’s touching me there. I love the way his tongue dips in and out when he kisses me in that sweet spot. It puts me on the edge every time. His hands grip my thighs tight as he takes control.

I love that fierce control he’s so known for. I don’t need to control him. I only need my big strong man to hold me, devour me, and lick me into his submission. Giving him the control actually gives me a great deal of satisfaction. I’m controlling
my
control and I
willingly
give it over to him. I willingly lay down and take what he gives me which is always a dream come true.

My fingers are finding the gem of my orgasm as I imagine that Evan’s tongue is continuing to lick me. My finger slides to my entrance and slowly dips inside. “Ahh,” I moan grabbing for the towel bar to my side. I lift my leg resting my foot on the bench. My body is swaying side to side as I find my pleasure wishing his big length was shoved hard inside of me.

My hips move in harmony with my fingers leaving me to wish his hands were hard on my ass. “Evan,” I cry squeezing my breast with my free hand. I pinch my nipple imagining his teeth are biting hard and that has me coming undone under the hot water that’s slamming against my naked flesh. I come, screaming Evan’s name hoping that no one hears me. But honestly not caring if anyone does because this house is huge and I know no one will.