Her Voice 2 [JENLISA]

Chapter 4

Lisa

A sense of fear paralyzed me and panic clawed at me. I went from feeling warmth to cold, my stomach sinking deep into my guts.

Jennie's fingers clenched at my shoulders. She tried to anchor herself to me. Her body moved closer, as if she wanted to hide in me, my body her sanctuary from whoever was behind that door.

But I couldn’t hide her.

Not now. Not like this.

Our eyes met, and her lips wobbled. She understood my silence. Her hands slipped from my shoulders and she let go.

As much as I wanted to steal my beautiful Jennie away, I had to play the cards right. I still had a game to master. And I couldn’t put her into the path of danger.

I forced my arms from around her too; I forced myself to let her go. For now.

She stepped out of my embrace, and I did a quick run toward the large windows. The curtains were heavy and dark enough to hide me. Slipping behind the curtains, I waited. My blood roared, my heart pumped and accelerated.

My fingers twitched. I wasn’t a woman who feared others. Never. It wasn’t in my vocabulary. On the contrary, I was always the one to be feared. People cowered for me. My shadows made them tremble, knowing their impending death was waiting. I was the bastard sending them to the door of hell.

For the first time, I felt fear. Real terror.

I heard voices and my body tensed, waiting as I listened to the one-sided conversation. My fists clenched and my fingers dug into my palm. The slight sting of pain kept me grounded as I pushed the edge of insanity away.

When I finally recognized the voice, I felt my muscles unlocking and relaxing.

“I have brought your breakfast,” Sarah said. She was the new maid I had acquired a few weeks ago after Igor’s death. She was an ally, Bogum’s mother, and someone I knew would take care of Jennie if I couldn’t.

But for now, even she couldn’t know the truth of my relationship with Jennie. Nobody could. This bloody life taught me that a secret was no longer a secret if more than one person knew it. “How are you doing today?” Sarah asked. There was only silence from Jennie. Being the real bastard I was, I smiled at the realization. Only I had her voice. It belonged to me, as much as it belonged to my myshka.

The seconds dragged, and when Jennie continued to stay silent, Sarah sighed and I heard her feet shuffling away. The door closed and I released a long exhale. I hadn’t realized I was holding my breath in.

Before I could move away from the window, the curtains were pulled away and a smiling Jennie greeted me. “Hi.”

She was always so beautiful and sexy. But sometimes, she was just so fucking cute. Never thought I would admit that, but damn, she was the cutest thing I had ever laid my eyes on.

The panic and fear that had been weighing heavily on my heart melted away, replaced by the warmth Jennie's smile brought. She took a step forward, bringing our bodies closer into each other.

“I need to go, baby. It’s already so late into the morning. This is dangerous,” I explained. Her shoulders slumped, and her pretty smile disappeared.

I fucking hated it.

My arms found their way around her waist, and I placed a kiss on her forehead. My lips lingered there, not wanting to move away yet. I had to force myself to leave her embrace. Jennie sighed in contentment at my kiss. She soaked it up and I let her. I inhaled her scent and she breathed me in at the same time.