She is Not Who You Thought She Was

Chapter 107/Crescent Valley

"It might be alarming to find out his son has killed two men."

I tilted my head to the side, then went over his words in my head once more. My eyes slowly widen to the size of dinner plates at the realization.

"Rock. Are you saying what I think you're saying?" I put a hand up.

"My father is the associate." 

I can't say it doesn't make sense. Brandon's actions and the way he behaves, it explains so much.

"Wait, but how..." I tilted my head once more, "how does he not know about you, and how do you know about him?"

"I didn't at first. Jefe told me a couple months ago."

"That raises another question." I said immediately.

"How long have you been a velvet?" Rock glanced between my eyes and my lips as if hesitating to tell the truth or not.

"I was sixteen when I first joined." Rock stared at me as if trying to read my thoughts.

Six years...how did he even get involved with Black Velvet? Has Mr. Chase always been involved with Black Velvet? They made Brandon "bow"?

"Explains why he was so pissed off." Rock's serious expression changed to confusion.

"Who?"

"Your dad. We ran into each other at the h-"

"What did he do? Did he touch you?" Rock's hand came to my face his thumb stopping right before my ear his fingers tangled into my hair gently. I was stunned for a moment staring into his eyes, telling my pulse to slow.

"No. No. He didn't touch me." I shake my head lightly. "I could just tell he was...unraveling." I said remembering his disheveled state and the way he was behaving. How he spoke so rudely and so openly to me. Rock removed his hand slowly.

"What did he say?" Rock asked staring into my blue eyes intensely his own a mix of hazel and a chocolate brown. I didn't know if he was asking as a Velvet or because he was worried about me.

"Well he seemed angry and seeing me at the house really seemed to set him off." Rock didn't take his eyes off me as I spoke however I looked to the side as I recalled what happened in the hall. "I told him I was here for Flora and he got angry saying I gave him attitude and I was in 'his house'. Whatever that means." I scoffed. "Then he said...he said he wasn't going to touch me. But then added 'at least not physically'." I stared back at Rock so he could explain to me what that all meant.

"Pinche pendejo." Rock whispered something in Spanish. He licked his lips quickly and looked away for a moment. "My princess," he paused, "I don't want you there unless I'm with you." He said seriously he didn't make eye contact, but he also didn't avoid my gaze.

"Rock I...I don't need a baby-"

"Scarlett he is my father. This is a nonnegotiable." I froze. He spoke with so much authority and power in his voice...it didn't even sound like him. Rock sighed loudly and laid flat on his back staring up into the darkness. I pushed my tongue to the roof of my mouth then laid on my back too. The sheets rustled until I felt a comfortable spot on the memory foam mattress.

"Maybe Rock is a little different from Rockwell." After a small moment of silence I felt Rock move his head to look at me but I kept looking up into the darkness. "Rock does things and says things that Rockwell wouldn't even dream of. Rock doesn't only dream of it but actually does it. Rockwell and Rock are the same person though so I suppose Rockwell does dream of it and Rock is the one who does it." I slowly turned to look at Rock who was watching me as I spoke. "Scarlett is similar to this Rock guy. I thought that it would help the process." I bit my lip as my walls voluntarily crumbled to nothing but dust. "The insanity that crept in each time we picked up and moved our life. But...I think it just made things worse. A different type of insanity crept in. One I created all by myself. One where I don't even know who I am. One where I can't recognize myself when I take off the mask."