Irresistible

Chapter four

Patrick's POV

The baby shower was closing in, and Tori and Jamie were both having quite a good time planning it. They also had Bronx helping them, which was good for him and Tori both.

"Patrick?" I heard from the bathroom. It was late at night, and the kids were all in bed. Tori was in the bathtub, soaking in the steaming water.

"Yes baby?" I called, going into the bathroom.

"Do you think Bronx is okay?" She asked.

I crouched down beside the bath, reaching over to brush some wet hair from her face.

"I think he's better than he was before." I said.

"But do you think he's okay." Tori said.

I sighed. "I don't know, Char." I said honestly. "Losing your father can't possibly be easy."

"It made me a basket case. That's why I'm worried about Bronx." She said.

I'd forgotten about Tori's dad. He died when she was younger, forcing her to spend years in foster care because Sally had abandoned her.

"You are not a basket case." I told her.

"I was. Sometimes I still am." She said.

We were silent a moment.

"I think we should consider putting him in therapy." She said quietly.

"You think?" I asked.

"Maybe. It could help him. It could help all of us, to be completely honest." She said.

"You're telling me Tori Charlotte Eaton wants to go to therapy?" I teased.

Tori was never one to get help with anything.

"I'm just thinking about it. Shut up." She said, shaking her head.

"Well you let me know about it, okay baby doll?" I said.

"Okay." She said.

I leaned over and kissed her forehead, then stood and went back to the bedroom.

I reached the side of my bed, removing my clothes and getting ready to slip under the covers. That's when the phone buzzed.

I glanced at the text message from an unknown number. It was a picture message. I opened it and nearly dropped the phone.

It was a picture of Pete.

He was naked, clothed only by a pair of torn boxers. They had blood on them. All of him had blood on it.

There was a short message underneath it.

He won't last long, assholes.

I heard the sound of Tori climbing out of the tub. She entered the room, wrapped in a bathrobe.

"Babe? What's that?" She asked. She sounded worried.

I couldn't show her this.

I locked my phone, put it down, and smiled.

"It's nothing." I said. "Ready for bed?"