The Boss's Heir

Chapter 82

Cay had been laying there for a while, watching him sleep through the dying embers of the fire place, trying to decide what she was going to do with him.

The look on his face was the first peaceful expression she'd seen in weeks.  Here lately it had only been pain and anger and it was nice to see something different for a change.

It's not that she felt indifferent towards him, or that she even hated him, just the opposite, but she was hurt and right now it was all about protecting her heart.

He was going to learn that she was not a yo yo that he could cast away and then bring back when it suited him.  It was all or nothing as far as she was concerned.

She made no noise when she got up from the bed and padded into the living room.  The weather was so cold and dreary today, she got another fire going to warm up the house.

Hunger pains took over her belly and it was enough to move her into the kitchen to fix breakfast.

Feeling industrious, she made homemade scones, blueberry, and a fresh pot of coffee, knowing it would stir Marco and bring him back to the land of the living.

Turning to set the table, she saw his huge frame taking up the doorway.  He moved towards her, but she put up her hand, stopping him mid stride.

He was hurt, she could see it, but so was she and she was sick and tired of being an afterthought.  No more.  He could deal with it or not.  She didn't care any more.

"Coffee?" She asked softly.  "Si" he replied as he held her chair out and then sat down across from her.

"We need to talk, fiore" he said after a moment of tense silence.  She nodded as she filled his mug with fresh brewed coffee and plating a scone for him.

"Go ahead" she encouraged but he shook his head, which confused her.  What was he doing?

"I want you to go first" Marco said.  Cay stopped mid chew and just stared at him.  "Why?" She asked.

"I've been a selfish prick, Cay and it wasn't until yesterday that I realized what all you'd been through and with all that you have done for me, I haven't done anything for you except make your feel horrible."  He didn't try to apologize, he just stated a widely known fact.

She hadn't expected this approach and perhaps there was some hope left after all.

It was going to be hard, going back over in her mind, what she saw and did, but she had too.  He needed to know it all.

"The hardest thing was knowing you had been taken" she began.  "They couldn't get anything out of Braeden, so I went down to The Cells and visited him.

I had to do something that I didn't want to do and that was hurt another human being, but it was you or him and that was a no brainer."  Her lip trembled, but she continued.

"I poured open salt into his wounds, listening to him scream as I dug my thumb into it as well.  I felt...dead.  But I had to get you back.

He gave up an address, but you were two hours away, one by plane, so I knew you would be subjected to things while waiting for the men to come in and get you."

Tears had begun to start collecting in the corners of her eyes making it hard for her to see.

"I had just gotten back up to the security room, when Carmine received a text on my phone from yours.

We didn't recognize the sender, so he downloaded the attachment and opened it up.

It was hard to see anything but you and Marco, I..." She was having a hard time putting these next sentences into words.