Sin's Woman

Chapter 11

Copyright 2016
Chapter Eleven – He Knows, And Its Time To Tell The Truth

**ALL CHARACTER 18+**
**EXPLICIT LANGUAGE CONTENT**
**MATURE CONTENT, PLEASE BE 16+ TO READ**

⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️
If you are triggered by talk of séxual violence and abûse, please do NOT read any further!!! GRAPHIC VERBAL CONTENT. Please do not read if you are triggered by such content. I apologize if this upsets or offends you in any way if you choose to read. YOU ARE READING AT YOUR OWN RISK. ⚠️⚠️⚠️

RECAP:

"Sh sh sh, baby. Slow down," I whisper, pressing a soft kiss to her fragrant curls, "Good girl, angel. Now, tell daddy what happened. Slowly, please, baby."

I feel her suck in a deep breath against my shirt before she gently pulls away from the comfort of my arms, "H-he h-hurt m-m-me an-and I'm s-scared he'll c-come b-back!!!" The words fly from her mouth at an astonishing speed with her stutter.

"What are you talking about baby?"

And just when I think she isn't going to answer me, she tilts her face to meet my eyes. And my control snaps. The bruises littering my sweet baby's skin...fûck...my poor angel. And I wasn't there to save her.

"Tell daddy what happened, baby. Now. From the beginning, please."

And she does. Every. Last. Fûcking. Word. Every. Last. Fûcking. Detail.

I'm coming for you, Jack Lombardi. Touch me, and I'll fûck you up. Touch my little queen, and I'll fûcking end you.

*****

"Say something, Sin. Please just say something...", I whisper sullenly, staring across my small kitchen table at the silently brooding giant. "Sin..."

"There is a lot that you don't know about me, babe. A lot that I never want you to fûcking know about me, a lot that you will not ever know, a lot that would make you look at me a héll of a lot differently than you do," he murmurs, his gaze fixated on his clenched, shaking fists. "I can't ever let you meet that side of me, baby. I can't. I fûcking won't. You will not be tainted by me, by my past, Ida Rose. I won't fûcking allow it."

My breathing escalates and I close my eyes, feeling anxiety creeping down my spine. "Y-you're going to le-leave?," I croak, my lips quivering, "Baby...", rough hands cradle my face, calloused thumbs stroking soothingly along my cheeks, "I am not leaving you. I will never leave you. But," he whispers, his voice filled with regret, "I've brought you into a mess that you cannot even begin to understand, my sweet girl. A mess that could end up hurting you. And baby, I just can't take that risk. There is so much shît that I have need to tell you."

"Then tell me."

His intake of breath has me opening my eyes, and my heart softens at the tears streaming down his cheeks, "I want to tell you everything. Every fûcking thing about my fûcked up life, baby. But if I do, it could hurt you. And I will put a bullet in my fûcking skull before I ever let anything, anything, happen to you."

I pull my quivering lip between my teeth, and stare into his watery eyes. I've only known the man sitting in front of me for just a few days. And this seems insane. Absolutely pooping insane. But, I feel this connection to him that makes me feel...whole.