Don't Forget About Me

Chapter 47

We have been at the cabin for over two weeks now and I think that we are all ready to get back to somewhat of a normal life. Os has to get his fathers affairs in order because everything is being played out like some rival took Mario out now Os inherited everything. I'm a little worried about this because his father was into a lot of shady deals but I think that he can make the empire better. That also means that we need to have a funeral and seem sad that he's dead. The thought makes me irritated. I look down at my phone and realize that I still haven't heard from my father. I can't say that it's odd because let's be honest he was gone most of my life but something about this gets to me a little because I thought we were making progress. 

“Are you ready to go baby?” Os is at the door of the room looking at me. I turn to grab my bag and get up. “Yeah, sorry, I was just thinking about stuff.” He already knows everything that I'm thinking so I don't even need to tell him. When I get to the door he puts his arm around my waist and we leave the house and get into a car. Sara and Octavius are in the car in front of us. They will go back to the apartment and get the movers going on cleaning it out. There has been way too much that has happened there that we decided that it was time to leave. 

Sara had fun trying to explain that to her parents because she also had to explain she had  a boyfriend who also owned a nightclub that she was moving in with. I wish I was a fly on the wall to that conversation. Os reached over and put his hand on my leg and started to rub. He knew this calmed me. We are heading to his house now so that he can talk with some lawyers and people who are dealing with the estate. The ride is relaxing and I'm very happy to be out of that cabin. Don't get me wrong I enjoyed the time with Os and everyone but i'm ready to move on from all of this and start our lives together. I put my hand on his just so I can feel our connection. He leans down and give me a small kiss, god he tastes so good. I will say that the sex has been amazing this past week and cant wait to just have him to myself when I dont have to hold back because im afraid to scream out his name for the whole neighborhood to hear. Good thing his house has no neighbors. I laugh at myself and he just looks at me. 

“Are you ok?” Get yourself under control Kelsey! I quickly tell myself when I turn to him. “Yup, just peachy.” he laughs at that statement and it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. My phone goes off in my bag and I go to grab it, maybe it's my dad finally. When I open the messages I see it's Unknown again. You would think that he would finally give me a number that I could program to make this a whole lot easier. When I open it I start to read.

Unknown- Hello Kelsey. It's been a while but I wanted to say that it was nice seeing you from afar. You look so much like your mother. I wonder though, are you as much of a whore as your mother?

What the fuck is happening. I start to shake and my breathing starts to pick up. “Hey hey what's wrong. Who is that?” He takes my phone and reads it and looks at me confused. “Who is it Kelsey?” I can't even look at him. This can't be happening. Then my phone goes off again. I take my phone back before he can open it.

Unknown- Seeing as how I would hope to have your attention now, I have something that might or might not matter to you. 

Then a picture came through and I don't know what happened first. Either I screamed or threw my phone first but I don't know. Os grabbed my phone from where I threw it and looked at it then froze. “Who is this texting you Kelsey.” He holds up my phone and I see the picture and close my eyes. When I open them again he's looking right at me this time with that fire in his eyes. I feel the tears start to come down and I just don't know what to do or say. This should have all been done. What am I going to do now? “Kelsey.” Os breaks me out of the daze I'm in and grabs my face. “Who baby? Who is this?” I take one deep breath and look at him trying to get my head straight because he is supposed to be dead. “Jacob. He has my father.”