Rocky and Delilah

Chapter 10

Rocky

"Baby, you have to calm down." I rubbed my hands up and down Lilah's thighs, as I stood between her spread legs. She sat perched on the kitchen counter, and I was trying to get her to settle down, and explain to me exactly what had happened.

Earlier today, I left my phone that I bought specifically for Delilah at home by mistake. I knew she was safe for the better part of the day, because I had someone assigned to watch over her, but she didn't know that.

But then everything went fucking sideways, of course, and I didn't get home until well after midnight. When I opened my phone, I saw the texts from Lilah, and I responded to every single one of them. Then I got into the shower to wash the day off, and that's when I got her phone call.

I could gather that someone had broken into her house, she had told me that much in between her half spoken words. So when I arrived at her house ten minutes later, I was on a rampage.

But when I saw Delilah crying in her living room, standing all by herself, as my men surrounded the house, I knew exactly where my priorities lay. I stood rooted in front of her while she gripped onto my shirt. I was trying to sooth her as best as I knew how, but it wasn't working. I wrapped an arm around her back, pulling her as close to me as she could get, trying to ease some of her anxiety with the close proximity.

I placed my free hand on the back of her head, and she had her face pressed into the crook of my neck, wetting my shirt with her tears. It was a weird feeling comforting someone like this. I had never done it before, and I'd never do it for anyone else. While she cried in my arms, I kept a close eye on the status of the break in. There were several of my men surrounding the house, checking everything from between the broken window, the busted front door and the laundry scattered around. The first thing I noticed when I arrived was that the front window was broken from the outside, all of the glass littering the hardwood floor. The perpetrator tried to break in through the front door, couldn't get in, and broke a window instead. There wasn't much beyond that, and I did not want to ask about the laundry.

So instead, after a few minutes I was able to calm her down, and she explained in a soft voice, "I was sleeping and woke up from a loud noise that sounded like banging, or thumping. Then I heard glass breaking, and I think someone came upstairs, but my bedroom was locked." She choked back a sob, and I held onto her tighter, "I don't know where they went after that. I couldn't hear anything else, and I was too scared to look."

"Did it sound like one person, or multiple?" I asked, and she wiped her nose. "One, I think."

Once Lilah had calmed down a little, I tried to sit her back down onto her feet, but she clutched onto me for dear life. I placed my knuckle under her chin, lifting her head, "Whoever did this, will pay for it." I whispered lowly in her ear. "I'll fuckin' kill them with my own hands."

She gave my hand that was holding her cheek a kiss, "I know," She told me, "I'm just really worked up right now." She admitted. As we stood in the kitchen, I started forming a mental plan. I knew I needed to get her out of here, she wasn't able to stay by herself until I dug deeper into this.

"I know you are. And I'll handle it." I told her, and she looked up at me, a hundred questions swirling in her eyes. She took a deep breath, and nodded her head, looking more confident in her decision, "Okay," She told me with a halfhearted smile, "I trust you, Rocky."

My heart skipped a beat at her words, which was not a common occurrence. The feeling didn't last long before Lilah spoke again, "Oh, is now a good time to tell you someone's been leaving dead, skinned animals on my porch?"

I jerked back, about to acknowledge the bomb she dropped, when I was approached by one of my men. He confirmed everything I was thinking, and I took a deep breath as brutal understanding coursed through my veins. "C'mon." I held my hand out to Lilah, as she wiped her red, puffy eyes. "What?" She questioned.

"We're going home." I explained, and she looked up at me with her sad eyes, "What about Janet?"

I looked over at the dog that was perched on a stool right next to Lilah. At first glance, she was a harmless waif, just like her 'mother', as Delilah called herself. But underneath all the fluff and cute face, she was a feral.

A little feral waif.

My first instinct was to say no. We never have had animals at the estate, but I knew they were a package deal. I tucked a piece of golden hair that had fallen out of her ponytail behind her ear. "Janet can come." I solidified.

"Oh good!" She leaned up to plant a kiss on my cheek, instantly cheering up a bit. "Well, let me pack a bag for Janet and I. Also, we're going to need to stop at the store and get puppy pads. When she's in new places she gets diarrhea. The doctor said it's nerves. She gets it sometimes in new places, or meeting new people." She spoke, as she rubbed her teary eyes and leaky nose on her sleeve.

"Wonderful." I mumbled.

We stopped at the store and got puppy pads, and some new dog toys with treats in them to help the feral waif get acclimated to her surroundings. When we got home, Lilah put Janet down onto the polished floors, and she instantly scattered away, but it took a moment for her to get used to the hardwood.

Delilah watched her with a sweet smile on her face, and I shook my head. "She better not get the shits on my furniture." I mumbled under my breath, and Lilah let out a laugh as she waved me off, "Oh she's fine."

"Are you hungry?" I asked.

"No," She let out a yawn, "Just sleepy."

We went upstairs and I went into the closet to get my pajamas, grabbing an extra teeshirt for Delilah. She was already settling on my bed, with Janet curled up next to her. I narrowed my eyes, "What is that thing doing in the bed?"

She flashed a confused face, "Janet sleeps with me like ninety eight percent of the time." She told me, like I was the one who made no sense

"You said she gets nervous diarrhea." I pointed out. Delilah turned around to give me a weird look. "She won't be nervous sleeping with me." She explained, like I was the one who didn't make any sense.

"She doesn't like me." I argued.

"She's five and a half pounds." She patted Janet who was sprawled out on the bed. As I sat down, Janet bared her teeth at me as I crawled into the bed next Delilah, but settled back down when she realized I wasn't going to bother her.

I purposely gave Delilah room, but she quickly closed it, laying her head on my chest while running her finger over my sternum. Her soft voice caught my attention, "Rocky?"

"Hm?"

"You're my favorite person, y'know?"

No one had ever said anything like that to me.

"You're my favorite person too," I told her while planting a kiss on her forehead. She took a second to reply, but when she did, I felt my chest clench. "I was really scared tonight." She admitted. "I hate being home alone, and I know my dad works and it can't be prevented, but it's so scary. And now that this has happened, it's just, I don't know." She shook her head.

"You'll stay with me when your dad is out of town from now on." I decided. "Now get some rest, sweetheart. You're safe."

I never had such a peaceful sleep in my life.

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