Confessions of a Killer

17 Fire Power

Charlotte:

Does it ever end?

I'm good at adapting. It's kind of what I've always done. Most people wouldn't sleep on a couch, most women don't choose the army, and they wouldn't pick fights with big scary men.

That's exactly what I want to do though.

I want to kick Jasper Bishop Kincaid's perfectly muscled ass into next Sunday.

I can't tell at this point if the anger is purely mine, or if it's partly Damiens. All I know is the warehouse is burning.

Fire puts me on edge.

Damiens arm wrapped around me tighter, bringing me back to the moment.

"You can kick his ass later baby-doll. Right now we gotta head up to the other pack. Ariel is in trouble."

I freeze. He's right.

What do we do?

"Not sure what we can do babe." He answered my silent question. The rafters of the warehouse groaned. Seemingly about to fall.

I have a moment of panic. Jasper is still inside!

"He'll be fine." Damien sounds disgusted, disappointed and entirely unhappy. A tint of jealousy peeking its ugly head out of the abyss.

I look up at him. Noting the furrowed brow and the glare directed towards the burning warehouse. The flames rising ever higher as the seconds pass into minutes

Everyone had made it out safely. We'd done the headcount. Well, except the fire starters. They're still inside. Damien said they'd be fine... so they should be right?

"Trust me love." He kissed my knuckles, eyes looking at me with promise. My body reacted in a purely animalistic way. I suddenly felt hot, ready. It had only been a little while since we had sex, but I need this man like I need air.

"The last time we were alone was at Romans.... and even then that wasn't really us being alone." Damien stated, voice unhappy.

I leaned into his body, laying my head on his chest. "I love you."

He stared at me.

Had we ever said this?

I don't remember.

Slowly his lips turned upward. Eyes blazing with emotion. He leaned his head down, placing soft lips in my forehead before whispering; "I love you too."

I closed my eyes. Euphoria spreading out of my chest, and into my limbs. I willed the feeling to invade his body. Overtaking the ugly creature that had planted its seed in him back when Killian had kidnapped me. The monster is fully formed now, birthed in flames and ready to rip off Jaspers head within a moments notice.

It was a possessive, jealous little thing. Trying to hold onto me like Sméagol held the Ring. Ugly, angry, self serving. I kissed his shoulder.

"Everyone's got one." I smile softly up at him. Radiating understanding.

"I didn't." He looked back down from the flaming warehouse at me. "You make me feel things I've never felt before Char."

I frown. It didn't seem like this is a good thing by the way he spoke. I tried to pull closer, seeing what he's thinking only to be met with a large metal wall.

I blinked up at him. He's shutting me out?

His breath came out explosively. "Fuck Char... what am I going to do with you?"

I can't help the hurt that courses through me. I don't get it. Why... close up on me now?

"I'm... struggling." He closed his eyes, arms tight around my as he threw his head back. "I don't struggle with many things."