Moonlight | T.H | bk2

08

i kissed connor goodnight just as he drifted off for the night. we were still in the hotel room, zach still hasn't come back yet. i shut the bedroom door and slowly walked towards the front door. i came up with a plan to try and get some information about my situation. i need to know why zach's holding onto connor and i. and one way to find out is to get it out of one of his men. my eyes glanced at the wall clock near the window, "should be right about now." i said softly. they served me lunch so they should be serving me dinner. and like clock work the door lock clicked and a man entered with a tray. "here, eat." he seemed younger than the last man. he wouldn't make eye contact with me. I took in a slow breath and reached forward.

"would you stay with me?" i said in a pouty voice as my hand rested gently on his. i felt his body tense as he retracted his hand away. "i-i can't. just eat your food." he turned his head away. dammit, i need to convince him. no matter how uncomfortable i felt i need to. "please," i slinked around him and stared up at him. "my husband leaves me for all those other girls, am i not good enough?" my voice sounded sickening sweet. i gave him puppy eyes and made sure he couldn't take his eyes off me. his cheeks turned a bright pink. "boss is a very stupid man," his said under his breath. "so will you stay with me?" i nuzzled up to his chest. his eyes widened and a smile spread across his face, "hell yes."

we sat down together and talked casually about simple things. it felt actually normal, not like how it would be to talk to haz, but still better than talking to zach. i finished the last bite of my food and i could see the disappointment in his face. perfect. "hey kendall," my finger danced lightly on his forearm. i saw the giddy smile squirm back to his face. "yes mrs. o'connol." the boy gulped. "do you think you could tell me a few things?" i said and leaned into him more, my chest pressing into his upper arm. "l-like what?" he squirmed a little. "i just wanna know what my husband's up too, he's so mean and ignores me. i just want to be in the know kendall." i licked my lips before pouting them so they looked shiny.

kendall started to lean in, his eyes seeming lost in a trance. "mr. o'connol is um," he paused and licked his own lips. "he's keeping his old man in a room downstairs, and he keeps talking about taking out the holland family." kendall mumbled. "mm why?" i whispered in a sweet tone. "he said to his old man that once he gets the holland family off the charts he'll use you and your son as a trump card and become the next mafia king." kendall leaned in closer to the point our noses touched. i pulled away sharply and withheld my gasp. i watched as kendall whimpered like a stray dog begging for affection.

i pushed down the anger and fear and plastered that dooey eyed smile again. "and who's his father? is he gonna help him?" i purred. kendall chuckled and put his arm around my waist roughly. my body prickled from his touch. "that nobody mark coleman, all he keeps saying is to leave you to him. but to hell with that i want you for myself." he growled in a low tone. my body reacted without thinking and i shoved him off of me. he stared at me confused and annoyed. "i need to check on my son, come back tomorrow to bring me my breakfast, yeah?" i slowly backed into the bedroom door and waved softly. my eyes hooded like i actually felt something for this guy.

kendall hopped up to his feet and adjusted his pants. "damn, o'connol's such a fool. you're the sexiest thing around and everyone knows it." he licked his lips, the young and bashful boy he was minutes ago vanished and was replaced with a lust crazy man. he tried to walk closer to me but i placed my hand on his chest to keep him an arms length away. "my husband will be back soon," i said softly hoping he'd just leave. "yeah, okay." kendall nodded and clicked his tongue. he caressed my cheek and said he'd be back tomorrow morning. as soon as he was out of the hotel room i ran to the bathroom and washed my face. "stupid. stupid. stupid!" i yelled at myself as tears threatened to spill. the only man's touch that didn't terrify me was harrison at this point, and the only one i craved to touch me was tom.

zach was going to use us after all. not for my last name, but tom's. tears fell from my eyes heavily. how can i get my baby out of this horrible world of death and fear. it seemed like there was no way out. i don't know what to do. i know that tom and his men aren't easy to take down so i shouldn't be worried right? he has his hands in all of england and half the states. no way could zach and coleman take him down. the thought dawned on me just then. kendall mentioned mark coleman being zach's old man. i felt sick to my stomach. my knees buckled under me and i crashed onto the floor with my hand over my mouth. did zach just approach me because of mark? was he ever genuine with me? thinking about how he is now, it all makes sense.

just then the front door swung open. "sabrina darling, i'm back." zach slurred his words. i forced myself up and off the floor. "and i brought a guest too!" he laughed like a maniac. guest? i quickly ran my hands over my face to get rid of any traces of tears. "sabrina! i said come here!" a loud shattering noises echoed in the quiet room. worried that he woke up connor i rushed out of the bathroom and went to check on my two year old. "not so fast," zach snatched my arm roughly and threw me back and onto the small couch. "are you deaf. i said i brought you a guest." he snarled, the booze coming out of his pours.

i shot him an intense glare before turning my head to see who he brought. my stomach hit the floor. "sabrina lodge." mark coleman snickered. "i have dreamed of this moment for two years now." he inched closer to me, a switch blade glistening in his grasp. "what are you doing here." my voice cracked. zach stood behind him, drunk out of his mind and just watching. mark chuckled catching my attention again. "i'm here to meet my daughter in law of course," he said simply. "and to finish what i set out to do two years back." he added with a twisted smile.

a sudden cry made my heart race. my eyes widened when connor called out my name. "that little shit is always ruining my fun." zach groaned and gripped the bottle in his hand. connor called my name again. "let me go check on my son." i said calmly, my eyes never leaving mark's crazed gaze. "why doesn't he come out here and join us, i haven't met my grandson after all this time." mark's voice was twisted. like he rehearsed all these lines for months. it was disturbing. "that spawn is not my fucking kid! not your grandchild! i want that runt dead now!" zach gripped the back of mark's collar and yanked him up away from me. with a swift movement mark back handed zach. "you drunk idiot. if that kid dies so does our chances of retaking the crown as king." he spat at his son. mark recoiled into a corner.

i stared at the two in disbelief. zach was always so assertive and in charge, why was he acting this way all of a sudden. mark seemed to notice my confusion. "you see. once my son over here gets any alcohol in his system he turns right back into my pawn. cowering at my touch, tone, gaze. it's the greatest." mark shrugged. "but once he's sober he's back to being that arrogant prick who thinks he's running this show." mark's eyes turned dark as he peered into mine. "but this is still my show. i will kill you sabrina lodge. i will end the lodge family line once and for all!" he shouted shoving the blade in his palm into my neck. a cool sensation ran down to my collar bone.

"you! with the face of that wench of a mother and personality of that back stabbing father of yours! all will disappear!" mark screamed, the craziness pooled his eyes. tears pricked my eyes. i'm going to die here. i'm going to die here and my son is going to be used for their greed. i heard connor call my name once more. "connor," i whispered out as the tears started to fall. "don't worry! once i kill that piece of shit holland your son will be coming to see you in hell-"

the front door fell down with an explosive thud, "i suggest you get your mits off her,"