Sin & Salvation

Chapter 30

The spoon clinks against the sides of the ceramic mug, putting me in a dream-like state. After seeing Brett's face, I rushed into his arms and let him hold me for a few minutes before I was able to pull myself together.

I wanted to ask him a million things, but words failed me and I just sat there blubbering like a fucking baby while looking at all the damage Silas did to his face.

Both of his eyes were bruised, one more than the other. His wrist was bandaged up to keep it stable from the sprain, but didn't hide the broken skin on his knuckles from his punch to Silas. Small cuts, some of which are stitched up, are scattered across his face, including a pretty decent size one that goes through his bottom lip. I couldn't help but wince as I took him in, knowing how much pain he must be in.

He noticed and insisted, "Why don't you go make us some coffee and then we can talk?"

I just nodded, slipping out of the room and down to the kitchen where I've now been crying for the last few minutes while making us coffee.

I mean, where do I even begin with him?

"Why did you have cameras installed to watch me?"

"Do you really like watching me in pain and getting off on it?"

"When did you start fucking your new, hot receptionist?"

"Who else knew?"

"Why wasn't I enough?"

All these questions swirl in my head, some of which I already know the answers to and others which I doubt I'll get any for. I think I'm more scared to know the answers than I am to ask the questions.

I know I can't take too long with Silas waiting outside, which is another thing I'm sure Brett is going to grill me on soon enough. There's no way he didn't see his car pull up on the security cameras.

My phone buzzes in my back pocket and I grab it, seeing a call from Silas.

Lifting it to my ear, I whisper, "What?"

"I just wanted to make sure you were okay, you were taking awhile."

I look at the time on my phone. "It's been ten minutes."

He huffs. "Whatever, just try and hurry up. Or let me come in so I can get your stuff together while you talk."

"Do you have a hot date or something? Damn," I scoff, realizing quickly that I am the hot date. I hear him chuckle, knowing exactly what he's going to say.

"I do in fact," he coos, his voice purring in my ear.

"Whatever. Anyways, you know I can't let you be near him. You're lucky he didn't press charges or put a restraining order against you," I point out, putting creamer in both mugs.

I'm already getting a headache thinking about having to explain to Brett why Silas drove me here. Not to mention, I'm sure he's going to wonder why the fuck he stood up for me so much the other night when he thinks we probably barely know each other.

"And he's lucky I didn't fucking ki—"

I quickly cut him off. "For the love of god, please stop. If it makes you feel better, I'll leave you on the phone in my back pocket so you can hear what's going on. Does that work?"

He sighs, clearly not satisfied with my answer. "Fine. But the minute shit goes sideways, I'm coming in. Got it?"

I roll my eyes. "Got it. Mute yourself so I can head up."

Silence comes through on his end and I take a deep breath, shoving him in my back pocket to make my way back upstairs with both mugs.

Brett is on his phone when I walk in, clearly texting someone, but quickly throws it onto the bed facedown. I take a mental note of this and hand him his mug, seating myself on the edge of the bed with my phone positioned so I'm not squishing it with my ass.