The Fortunates (Unfortunate #2) - Skyla Madi Page 0,72
Anna. He wanted her to deal with Vince and get the closure she deserved, but not hanging him up by his toenail and beating the shit out of him was really taking its toll on Kade. He’d never wanted to spill someone’s blood so badly. In fact, he lay awake at night thinking about it. He fantasised about Vince’s execution a million and one different ways. He was certain Anna did too.
Finally, Vince had successfully wormed his way into their relationship and planned on devouring it from the inside out. Like a snake, the easiest way to stop it from striking was to cut off its head, not torment it further.
“See?” Oliver pointed out, lowering his hands. “John is handling it. Relax.”
Kade breathed deeply, his chest expanding against Oliver’s firm hands. Without a glance in Kade’s direction, Vince stormed off, leaving Anna and John by the door. Fuck John. It was because of him that Vince was able to put his hands on Nine—Anna—in the first place.
Clenching his jaw, Kade looked at Oliver. A face that was usually bared at him in hostility was now softened with…sympathy. Grunting, Kade whirled on his heel and kicked open the back doors that led to a private courtyard. The glass of whiskey in his hand spilled over the edges and wet his hand, but he didn’t care. All he could think about was Vince…and Anna…fucking. In his head, he always pictured her enjoying it—which was wrong, even he knew that. Still, the image was there, constantly being thrown to the front of his mind. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could take it.
…and the thought of his wife carrying his brother’s demonic spawn was…devastating.
Kade lifted his glass to his mouth and took a sip as he looked over the small stone wall and admired the faint orange glow lining the base of the inky sky. How could he start a war for mankind when he could barely keep on top of the war raging within his family? He was incapable. That he knew for sure.
Unexpectedly, she slipped her small, soft hand into his and his fingers twitched against hers. Touching his forearm, she threaded their fingers together. He swallowed hard and glanced down to her bare feet that her flowy, blue dress exposed as it blew softly in the breeze. Anna lifted herself onto the tips of her toes, bringing her face closer to his.
“It’s all right,” she whispered into his ear, planting a soft kiss on his cheek.
Was it? His heart pounded painfully in his chest. It wasn’t all right. He wasn’t sure when it’d ever be all right. Anna slipped in front of him, resting against the courtyard wall. Kade lowered his stare to hers and the concern on her face was heartbreaking. She looked beautiful with her eyes subtly lined with kohl. She was beautiful without it too.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
He cringed. He preferred not to verbally discuss his craving for murder with her. It usually ended in a fight.
“What he said was…” Kade chewed his bottom lip. “The possibility of it…”
Anna rolled her violet eyes. “Forget what he said. It’s scare tactics. We have a war to focus on.”
Kade hadn’t thought much about the repercussions of sex since they got together. When she was an Unfortunate, she was protected against it, but when did that protection end? How long did each shot last? These were things he should know. More importantly, given the amount of sex they’d had recently—and the one depraved act from his brother—the chances of conceiving a child had to be high. What if she was in the early stages? Should he take her to the medic for a blood test and ultrasound just to be sure? When could he find out if it was his or not? And the most important question of all…what would he do if it wasn’t his?
“Maybe war isn’t such a good idea,” he said, shifting forward to place his glass of whiskey on the stone wall.
Anna scowled at him. “Are you kidding?”
“On the off chance that you are—”
Unthreading her hand from his, she shoved him in the stomach. “Kaden, no. That is just absurd. I’m not, and even if I was, it has nothing to do with Vince.”
“But it could.”
“It doesn’t,” she insisted, her voice shaking. “The universe wouldn’t do that to me. Not after everything it has already put me through.”
But the universe would do that to him. He deserved it.