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Chapter 28: The nightmares you get, they are-

Nimit

I am fucking dumb!

I should push her away, I should tell her to leave, I should keep a safe distance from her.

But instead, I wrap my arms tighter around her and breathe in her scent. She smells of rosewood and vanilla, I am addicted. My fingers curl around her waist and I love the way she fits perfectly – as if she is made for me.

She rubs my back, her touch is soft yet reassuring, a lifeline in the midst of chaos. Something inside me craves the warmth of her affection, the comfort of her closeness, the feel of her body against mine. I shudder as her nails scrape my spine and she holds me tighter, like she's trying to shield me from the pain that threatens to consume me whole.

She doesn't try to fix me or offer empty platitudes. Instead, she simply holds me close, letting me feel the rawness of my pain.

At that moment, I know how truly fucked up I am.

Because I am never letting her go.

After a few seconds, I lift my face and watch her tear-stained face. Something twists inside my chest, I hate seeing her sad and me being the reason is unacceptable! I wipe the wetness of her face with my thumbs. "Don't cry for me."

She sniffs with a smile but her eyes shine with apprehension. "No kid should have to go through what you went through."

"I know."

She shifts on my lap and I grunt at the movement, my cock quickly rising to attention despite the severity of the situation. Aisha freezes at the bulge and a faint blush covers her neck.

For the umpteenth time, I regret not taking the opportunity to fuck her senselessly, to lose myself in her, to claim her as no other man has and ever will.

She's mine, she just doesn't know it yet.

"You can't blame me." I bite out in annoyance at my own body's reaction. "You are too close to me."

She gives me a shy smile and kisses my cheek. "I am not complaining."

Fuck me!

I close my eyes and inhale sharply, trying to clear the hormonal fog in my brain. "You wanted to know why my life was in danger."

That quickly sober her up, her smile vanishes and she stiffens on my lap. She tries to move away but I tug her closer, adjusting her on my lap so her face is against my chest. I take the opportunity to press my lips against her forehead. "Stay."

"That's why I came."

After a second, I start telling the story I haven't told anyone except my therapist. "The debt my father took – it wasn't from the bank or a loan shark. It was the local mafia gang, the kind who shoots first and asks questions later."

I keep my eyes on the empty chair in front of me but I hear her shocked gasp. "They didn't care that my father was dead or that my mom was a penniless widow or that I was only 7. They wanted their money and they wanted it with interest. With the help of my uncle, my mom managed to escape the town with new identities and she settled us in a city miles away. I was too young to understand what happened then but when I turned 16, I heard my mother talking to her sister about a threatening mail she had gotten. The mafia had found her."

Aisha intertwines her fingers with mine and with mild amusement I note how small her hand really is, mine swallows her easily. But they fit like they are meant to be.

Two broken pieces of a pretty fucked up puzzle.

"After a lot of persuasion and threats that I'll leave her and run away, she told me everything that happened and how my uncle was so helpful and understanding." My mouth feels dry as I inch towards the worst part of the story, the dark hideous part that I keep hidden. The part that defines me and makes me hate myself.

As if she can sense my reluctance and fear, she presses a soft kiss on my neck. I look down at her and she's smiling at me, my sweet angel. "Is this too hard for you?"

I scan her patient face and I feel the sudden urge to tell her everything, to finally lift that burden off her shoulders and lay every card in front of her. I shake my head. "No, you make everything easy."

Her cheeks flush and I can't help but sneak in a quick peck on the lips before continuing. "My uncle, he was the one who bought us here. My mother felt like she owed him her life and mine as well. He was-" I pause trying to find the right word. "...overbearing, to say the least. He liked things a certain way and he was vocal about it. He'd use his words and also his belt."

Aisha's lips fall apart and I see rage flash in her eyes. It makes me want to smirk, like I'd let her do anything about this. It's my job to keep her safe, not the other way around.

"He beat your mom?"

I shake my head. "No, he beat me."

"Fucking hell! That bastard." She sits up quickly, looking at me with such compassion that it warms my icy heart and makes me feel squishy inside – stuff that every woman in those rom-com books feels. And now I am feeling these butterflies. Dammit! Not very manly.

"It's fine, sweetheart. It was a long time ago."

Her lips press into a thin line and her nails dig into my hand. "That doesn't make it okay."

I raise an eyebrow, wanting her to cool down because what I say next will only piss her off more. "Do you want me to continue?"

She takes a deep calming breath and then nods, settling back into my arms but this time her head is on my shoulder. "Yes, please."

I wince as her hand grip loosens and I know her nails have definitely left marks on my skin. I always knew she was feisty but I thought her nail marks would be covering my back not the back of my hand. Maybe soon.

"My mother didn't know about it, she still doesn't and I want to keep it that way. He would taunt my mom, yell at her, even throw glass around the house but he never raised his hand on her. Thank fuck, otherwise, he'd be six feet under now." I spit out in fury at the thought of someone hurting my mother. "But he needed someone to channel his anger out on and that was me. I became his punching bag. On the good days, he slapped me. On the bad ones, he burned me."

Aisha barely spits out the word in horror. "Burned?"

"Cigarette burns on my thighs." I clarify.

Her eyes instinctively drop down to my thighs like she'd see the 17-year-old scars through my pants. I continue. "When he'd come home drunk, I'd hide myself in the closet, sometimes under my bed, a few times in the bathroom and even under the kitchen sink but he always found me. Every single time. He didn't touch me in front of my mother so I started to stick to my mother's side but the bastard threatened me. He said it was either me or my mom. The answer was simple. I stopped hiding after that."

I see Aisha biting her lower lip so hard that she is sure to bruise it. Her eyes well up but she fights back the tears. I gently pull her chin, freeing the innocent lip. My thumb rolls over the redness and I lower my face, gently biting the lip, making her gasp and let out a low unintentional moan. My body quickly heats up and I am shocked at my behaviour. Every time I think about my uncle, I go a step closer towards being depressed but now – I feel fine, I feel more than fine. I feel... content.

Is it because of this remarkable woman in my lap? Fuck yes.

"I am the only one allowed to bite that lip," I whisper over her parted mouth. She nods, her eyes flickering with brazen desire.

I force myself to finish the story so I can kiss her without any more interruptions. This time when I kiss her, I don't plan on stopping until she is coming hard around my dick.

"It went for over 4 years until I grew into a teenager and he couldn't just push me around. He tried to but I could fight back now and the punching sessions mellowed down."

Aisha picks at my tee and I can practically hear the wheels in her brain spinning. "So, um, the nightmares you get, they are-"

"Yes. They are of my uncle beating the shit out of me." I answer her unfinished question. "It's usually the one when he came into my room at 2 in the night, fucking drunk out of his damn mind. My mom was with her sister for the weekend so it was just us. Which meant he didn't care about keeping me quiet. He enjoyed it when I screamed, it made him feel powerful. He started by punching me, then choked me, then used a belt and the last of his cigarette. I was 10 then and I remember every second far too clearly."

"I am so sorry," Aisha whispers and I can hear the pity in her voice. I don't want it. I want her to care, to worry, to love and to be possessive. But I don't want sympathy!

"Don't be. It's not your fault." I say a bit harsher than intended and she quickly swallows her next words. "Anyway, when I learned about the Mafia, I made a plan to kill two birds with a stone. I told the mafia, they could get the money from my father's brother, my uncle, instead of my mother. It took a lot of persuasion but they agreed. I had my uncle meet me at a coffee shop and that's the last I saw of him. The next morning, me and mom caught a train to here, I applied for a scholarship and here I am."

Aisha is uncharacteristically quiet and that makes me frown.

"Is that why you decided to start a security company and become a bodyguard – to save people because no one could save you?"

Fuck, she could be a therapist!

And a better one than I had.

I shrug a shoulder, contemplating the light truth in her words. "Maybe."

She hums, pleased by her observation. "So, who is after you now?"

I sigh heavily. "I kept a discreet tab on the mafia, in case something twisted happened. It seems either my uncle has escaped or he has turned the mafia on his side and now they are all hunting me down together. The people who attacked us at Sania's house were the local mafia and they have a shoot-on-sight order. I haven't heard from my uncle yet but I have a feeling I will soon."

Aisha gulps heavily, her face falling. "So you have to stay in hiding until all of this is resolved?"

"Yes."

She licks her lips and my cock throbs in my pants, desperate to have that mouth wrapped around himself. She clears her throat, looking around the ancient house. "So, what now?"

I smirk and stand up. Instead of helping Aisha to her feet, I lift her bridal-style and start walking towards the bedroom.

"It's time for that one night to happen. I have waited too fucking long. Let's see how strong this bed is."

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