His Secret (Unfinished)

Chapter 18

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The next few days went slowly. Georgiana took the doctor's advice to the extreme and wouldn't so much as let me get a glass of water. And she had requested that I take a week off work to fully recover. I felt I should do as she asked considering what I had put her through whilst in the hospital. She also wouldn't let me touch her which was driving me crazy. But I was beginning to worry a little about her. Her face pale and drawn she looked exhausted. I was certain she hadn't slept much at the hospital and whenever I woke in the night or the morning she wasn't in our bed.

Mid-morning I surveyed London's weather, bluer skies than usual and the sun was starting to peak out.

"Come and sit down Georgiana."

As was now typical of our days she would be cooking or baking or busying herself with something to do with the home.

"I'm just finishing some washing up." I wrapped my arms around her waist and took the sponge and pan from her hands.

"Now." I made my tone forceful enough to get her attention and to call to the side of her that liked me to sometimes take control.

"Ok." She whispered.

I picked her up in my arms and started to climb the stairs to our bedroom.

"Dom, no."

"It's not what you think." She huffed but relaxed a little.

Pushing open the door to our bedroom I lay her gently on the bed. Removing her shoes, socks, and jeans she peered at me from behind her hair. I pulled back the duvet and shimmied her up the bed till she was lying down, covering her up I kissed her head.

"Now sleep. And I don't want to hear a word." She opened her mouth to dispute but quickly realised I was right and gave me a small nod and turned on her side.

"Please don't go out anywhere Dom." Her voice was quiet.

"Of course I won't."

Closing the door to our bedroom I walked to my study and fired up my laptop.

Pulling the Ham & High newspaper clipping out from my tracksuit pocket I scanned the article for my name. No mention. Then how could Jeremy know I was connected to the case? Only someone working for the police or my old mates knew I had been charged. It wouldn't be available to the public.

I searched the internet for more information. But I drew a blank.

I thought back to the day I got a call from the Sargent heading up the case to say Danny's DNA was found on a knife recovered from a property nearby. A well known drug dealer. My suspicions had been right. But my crew didn't care as far as they were concerned I'd let him down, I was a traitor. I couldn't argue with them. I felt the same. And so leaving them and that shitty little life behind seemed like the best option. In a final attempt to convince them I was innocent and had never meant for Danny to get hurt, an argument erupted and a round of punches were thrown.
Blood pouring from my eyebrow and nose, I staggered to my feet. They'd given me a good battering.

"You can fink whaever you fuckin wanna fink. I didn't fuckin kill im."

"You're a fuckin' traitor Dom. He was one of us. Our bruver." My best mate Charlie's voice rang out. He was crying. It killed him to do this. I could see that. I didn't want to make it harder. So I just walked away. I walked away from my life and into Cobalt's world.

I often thought about Charlie. He had brains. He could have done something with his life. I searched for him online a few times over the years but never found him. I hoped he was ok. I hoped he was happy. I hoped all those boys were ok.

I returned to our bedroom and watched Georgiana as she slept. The past six months had been a whirlwind. I'd lost her, won her back and she was finally mine. But this reminder of the past filled me with dread. Jeremy's vendetta was stronger than I thought. The man was desperately clutching at straws, and no doubt he had some grand reveal planned. Surely by now, he knew he didn't stand a chance, she pitied him. I wish she hatted him, but she wasn't like me. Georgiana was good through and through. I sometimes wondered if part of the reason I was so enthralled by her was that in being in her very presence, it somehow diluted some of the dark in me.

I needed to tell Georgiana. If she found out from him or anyone else she may never trust me again. And we were soon to be wed, what kind of future husband keeps secrets like this from his future wife? But if I tell her she'll never look at me the same way, she'll know things about me that I've buried, that I promised myself I would never speak of.

I watched her sleeping, beautiful and peaceful. No one had made me feel as happy as she did. I had something so precious now I would do anything to protect it and prepared to go to any lengths to stop Jeremy from exposing me again. I'd tell her everything, but not until I had enough dirt on him to bring him down. It was time to snuff out his pathetic and desperate attempts to break us up and to put an end to it for good.

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