Apartment 4B

Chapter 40 - Brooke

I can feel both their eyes on me, as I finish up with the nice looking officer in front of me. Much like they’ve been doing since they stormed in, and I can’t say I particularly blame them. I mean that must have been quite an eyeful when they opened the door. Side eying the officer next to him, my cheekbone and elbow ache away, courtesy of the douche lying on the stretcher in handcuffs right now.

My hearts still beating a million miles a second, digesting all that happened, before breathing a sigh of relief that it’s actually over now.

I mean, it really is over.

Karma called, and that vengeful bitch has well and truly said, suck it. There's absolutely no way that he's beating this. Not after finding his car with the clear evidence that he's been camping out mega stalker style, the binoculars that send shivers up my back, and the number of candid printed photos of me in the back seat.

What a fracking way to start the day...

I seriously don’t need that coffee anymore, as my butt is more than fully awake.

Deacon’s eyes slide over to me, while I nod back to the officer mid way through explaining the services available if I need to talk.

I’m only vaguely listening, more focused on Deacon and how he’s going. I actually meant what I said to him, I’m really ok. Little shaken from David’s full on snap and attack, but ok. I’m more worried about how twitchy Deacon’s hands still are, and how much damage he did to them...

My arms come around to cross in front of me, half hugging myself as I smile gently at the office before he finally moves away. His hands along my back in an instant, the palm dragging itself over to grip my other hip and pull me into him. My head lolls, leaning heavily into his chest, and accepting the comfort he’s offering me. He’s so warm and comfortable, that I honestly think if I stay leaning against him, I may in fact nod off. I know that in his arms, I never have a thing to worry about.

It should scare me, the display of full on rage that even stopped Dom dead, but somehow it doesn't. Despite my firm belief that I can take care of myself, and the thoughts David tried to instil inside my head, I never had a doubt that Deacon was coming back. And honestly if I've taken anything away from my shows, it's that worrying about the what if's means you most likely suffer twice. It's not worth the brain power, for today... I won.

I'll take the victory over the agony.

I can feel his face nuzzle the top of my head, his hand gripping me tighter against him, and I smile warmly at that.

I really like when he does that, and am pretty thankful of the shampoo I use that smells utterly amazing.

A hand brushes up my other arm, his face coming to block the cops leaving out the door, while he hangs onto me. The look of concern is heart wrenching from him, his eyes searching mine for any trace that I’m going to lie to him.

“Are you really ok, sis? I mean, fuck, that’s one nutty way to start the bloody day.”

Dom’s eyes narrow as I roll my own, before throwing him a genuine smile.

“Ok, for everyone worried in here, I am repeating this for the last time with epic annunciation... I... am... fine.. really... We all good now? Yes? No?... Besides, I got a couple of good hits in myself, thank you.”

Dom eyes me for another moment, before nodding as his hand runs slowly down my arm to let me go. I know he doesn’t believe me in the slightest, nor does the solid mountain still hanging on to me, but I’m ok if they want to pretend they do as I'm about exhausted on the reassuring them right now.

Rolling my head along Deacon’s chest, my eyes spring a little wider as I find the time on the R2D2 clock hanging on the wall.

Damn that flew along..

“Crap, we should probably get a move on if we're going to keep this date you had planned. Although, I'm thinking alone shower time for me, as if your butts in there too, we’ll be there the rest of the day.”

Dom half scoffs, his mouth turning up into a half grin before he’s fully turned from me to flop down on the closest couch.

“That’s something I never needed to know that you often do together, by the way.”

Says the man who was talking tie ups, and chains earlier this morning...

Deacon’s gone so still beside me, and I shift myself slowly to face him, as I watch his eyes just blinking away. His voice is a little tighter, betraying how worried about me he still is, even before he finishes.

“Brooke, I don’t know if that’s such a good idea. After everything today.... Maybe, we should just stay in.”

Oh, no he doesn’t..

“Oh, hell no.. This David crap today is not taking my cryptic date from me. Not only are WE still having it, but WE are enjoying the shit out of it too. Now, what time did I have to be ready again?”

Deacon stares at me wide eyed for a moment, and I can almost see the cogs turning at how in the world he’s suppose to react to my demand.

I completely understand the concern, the second guessing, but I am not having this taken from me. Not my first real date with him.

I’m half a second away from reaching out to brush his face, to see if he’s still in the world of the living, when he finally comes back to us.

“Ahh.. six. Be ready by six.. I need to set somethings up first but, ahh six.”

Pressing my lips together so I’m not tempted to point out the number of times he’s repeated the time, I nod. Not trusting my voice in the least right now, or it’s habit of ratting me out by doing the complete opposite to what I want. I’m spinning and heading quickly towards the shower before either of them can think to argue anymore.