Handled

Chapter Thirty-One

Silos' naked chest held me closer as I sobbed wildly into his olive skin. 

My heart hurt, from Raina, from Jordan, and even from Silos. 

But, I didn't have that right. He wasn't mine to hurt over. He loved Raina and I'd made a mistake, a horrible miscalculation. He loved her and I'd stupidly thought I could take that love. 

His naked body pressed closer into mine, holding me harder to his chest, "what did he do?" he asked after I finally had stopped sobbing. 

I quake in his arms, "he's fucking deranged," I wheeze, trying to catch my breath as I hold him tighter, "I didn't know what he was going to do." 

Silos pressed his lips into my forehead, "I'll fucking kill him," he rumbled even as he held me gently. 

A small weight lifted off my chest, "can I watch?" 

He nodded holding me under the spray of Darla's shower, "of course," he pauses, "but David might kill you first." 

I cringe into his chest, feeling lighter, "you won't let him, though, right?" 

He ran his hand up and down my back, "I'm tempted to hold you down while he does it," he deadpanned. 

I looked up at him, his wet black hair plastered to his forehead, those grey eyes a storm of torment as he stared down at me, "he's going to kick me off the side of a building." 

Silos chuckled slightly, looking down at me, "why did you go there with him?" 

The same reason you went with Raina. 

We don't owe each other anything. 

But I couldn't say that. 

"I had a client that he threatened. The promised to stop if I went with him," I mumbled closing my eyes trying to wash all his weird shit away from me. Silos' hands cradle my jaw, his eyes darkening as he no doubt found bruises. 

"No person should be your client if they'd let you go anywhere with a fucking psycho," he snapped fire in his eyes as he watched me. 

I pressed my face back into his chest hoping he couldn't see the truth in my eyes.

No client would, none of my clients would. 

Raina had. 

My own fucking blood. 

"It's over, now." 

"It will be," he replied back making me pause. 

I blink up at him, "what do you mean?" 

"You slapped the shit out of him after the event. I saw how tortured you looked the entire night, do you really think I just let him go? Or that David or your Father will just let him go?" 

I blinked at him, "they don't know what he did." 

"They do. And the video of me punching him has probably gone viral now," I can only stare blankly up at him. 

"You didn't," I whisper up at his strong face. 

His brow frowns as he looks down at me, "of course I did. I'd do anything for you, including beat Jordan Toll's ass." 

I wanted to cry all over again. 

How could the world be so cruel to let me have him this close, to let me feel his heart beat against my cheek, his body against mine, his lips against mine, and yet not let him be mine. 

I loved him. 

In a stupid, stupid, way I loved Silos Kross. I'd do anything for him, anything he asked, wrong or right.