Watching Rory

What's Next?

Rory said she wanted to be alone, but as I watch her from the monitors in my office, she keeps searching the room for me. The outer closet door has a lock on it, so even if she figured out I was here, she wouldn’t be able to get in and see just how watched she truly is. In awe of how beautiful she is, I observe Rory for a few minutes while she gets under the blanket and picks up the book I brought her the other day.

In my desk, there’s a burner phone I use to protect my identity. I pull it from its spot in a hidden compartment and turn it on. Like I told Rory, the police are searching for Eric much quicker than I thought. To get ahead of them, I need to contact my good old pale Judge Andrews and see what it will take for him to make this all go away. From my recent call list, I find Blake’s number, and while the line on the other side rings, my eyes are glued to Rory curled up in our bed. The phone rings and rings, but the judge doesn’t, so after the beep, I leave a message. “It’s me, and I need your assistance. Call me back asap.” Son of a bitch.

Instead of putting the phone back in its hiding place, I pocket it and creep out of my office, trying not to disturb Rory. The deeper into the room I get, the more I believe my little slut has succumbed to slumber. She hasn’t flinched, and the only movement is from her light breaths.

I traipse my hand up the edge of the bed, close enough to feel her essence but not enough for her to feel me. Since she’s been through so much today, I’m going to leave her alone and not fuck her brains out while she sleeps like I’d like to. I picture what I can do to her like this for a few more seconds before exiting the room and saying, “I know you’re mad at me, Rory, but I’m going to spend the rest of our lives making it up to you, even if it kills me. I would rather die a death harsher than Eric before causing you this much pain ever again.”

Back downstairs, Nyx and Malachi are waiting for me in the kitchen. The glass has been picked up off the floor, and all the evidence of what was supposed to be our first breakfast in the house together is gone. Nyx spots me first and drops his goofy antics. When his spine straightens, it alerts Malacchi, who is sitting with his back to me, to turn his stool around.

“Great, now that I have both of your attention, WHAT. THE. FUCK, “ I bark, throwing my fist back and punching Malachi in the jaw, knocking him off the stool. They’ve been with me long enough. Malachi knew this moment was coming, and I wouldn’t do it in front of Rory. Nyx rounds the island and tries to block me from causing his friend any more harm. They both know that hit was his one and only warning. If either of them looks at Rory the wrong way, they will filet their own skin and feed it to their pigs as an appetizer before I fucking kill them, and their corpses are the main course.

Pushing Nyx aside, I throw a hand out to help Malachi off the ground. Once to his feet, he wipes his dickies clean, and we all take a seat. “Was that necessary, dood? We're basically brothers?” Nyx dumbly asks. To prevent myself from knocking his fucking lights out, I clench my fists in and out. “ The two of you are more my family than Eric ever was, and that’s exactly why it was necessary dumb ass. That scumbag hurt Rory enough. She will not be disrespected in my home by either of you. He got what was coming to him. Now, let's move on. We have more pressing things to discuss'' I say as calmly as possible. Nyx drops his head onto the marblebled countertop and just nods.

“I’ve called Judge Andrews already and left a message, but I expect the two of you will be heading out within the next few days.“ We sent Blake all the information we found while researching his twin Lydia once the order of protection was null and void. For his continued help, I can already guarantee the cost. Nyx and Malachi are going to find her and bring her back for him. She’s hiding under an alias, but we have pinpointed her location to a small little town in the Midwest, and they are skilled at what they do.