Twisted Chaos

ARIA

Aria

As I sit here listening to two of the most important men in my life assure me everything will be fine, I can't help but worry. I know they will protect me, but who will protect them? I ask Jace, "Should I beef up my security team? I don't want anything to happen to you guys." Jace grabs my hand saying, "Baby, nothing is going to happen to us. It's all going to be fine." The more he tells me this the more worried I am. I know I should trust them, and I do but they have no way knowing one hundred percent that everyone will be okay. 

Stephen leans over and kisses me on my forehead saying, "Babygirl, I didn't make it through a war to get taken down by some pussy ass nobody. It isn't going to happen. Jace is a trained police officer and Gabriel well... we will make sure he is safe too. I know you are going to anyways, but please try not to worry. Okay?" I laugh and nod my head to agree. I know he is right. There is no way Khane is going to be able to take down one of them. 

"I'm going to go take a shower, I'll be back down in a few." I tell them as I get up and head towards the stairs. As I make my way to the bathroom, I can't help but worry. I grab a fluffy towel out of the hall closet and walk into the bathroom. I can't seem to shake this feeling of dread and impending doom. Turning the water on, I undress and look in the mirror. My skin is marked with red handprints and claw marks. I grin, thinking back to the events that led me here. That was a wild ride. Even the thoughts of being with the men I love, can't keep me from thinking about Khane getting out. I step into the hot water of the shower and slide down the wall to a seated position. Instantly, I lose my shit. I can't help thinking to myself that somehow, he is going to get back in this house and harm me or someone I love. How could they let him out after what he did? This just doesn't make any sense to me. 

Through my sobs I hear the door open. I see Jace enter the bathroom. "Angel, please don't cry. I'm not going to let anything happen to us." He says softly. He steps into the shower with his clothes on and lifts me off of the floor. I laugh, "Your clothes are all wet." He smiles and kisses my forehead saying, "They will dry, I didn't want you sitting in that floor crying any longer. Here hand me your rag, I'm going to wash you." I hand him the rag as he grabs my coconut body wash. He applies a quarter size amount to the rag and begins slowly rubbing it on my skin. Pushing my hair to the side he rubs from my shoulders, down my arms and back and down my ass. Gently washing away, my worries. He leans in and kisses my exposed neck. I've never had anyone wash me and be so sensitive and caring before. He gets to my throat and sees a bruise left from his hand; he kisses it gently before bringing his mouth to mine. "I love you angel, I don't know how all this is going to play out, but I want you to know that I have you. I see you. I need you." He says sweetly in between kisses. I smile. I feel like a weight has been lifted off of me. I know he means what he says. In this moment, I know I trust this man with all of me. I look down at his drenched clothing clinging to his chiseled body. God he's sexy. He takes his hand and cups my face, forcing my eyes to meet his. "No more crying, okay?" He asks. I kiss him and nod in agreement.