Working Out West - Lila Rose Page 0,44
talked and talked until I noticed his breathing had evened out. “Sweet dreams now, moya lyubov’,” I whispered, and bent close to press my lips gently to his temple.
Only when I stood, West jerked and gasped, “Adrik.”
I sat back down. “Da?”
“Nothing, sorry.”
“I thought you had fallen asleep?” I questioned.
“I had… but I felt the bed move. Sorry, it’s nothing. Goodnight.”
“West, may I rest on the chair beside your bed?”
“No! Please don’t feel you have to—”
“Hush.” I pressed a finger to his lips.
They moved under my finger when he said, “I don’t want to be a burden. You’ve already done enough.”
“Moya lyubov’. You will never be a burden. Trust me. I would like to stay.”
A blush hit his cheeks. He was always cute. “Then, in that case, take the other side of the bed. I… um, don’t move much.”
My gut twisted in the best way. “Thank you. I would like that.” It could help me sleep also, being close to him. I stood again and moved around the bed. West turned his head my way. With a wave of my hand, I gestured to my pants. “Do you mind?”
The blush was back.
“No,” he blurted quickly. He closed his eyes, and I removed my pants, slipping under the sheet. He opened his eyes as I lay down on my side, facing him.
“Do you need anything? I should have asked already.”
“No.” He smiled. “Lucas has me on the good stuff.”
Reaching out, I pushed his hair from his eyes. “Goodnight, West.”
“Night, Adrik.” He closed his eyes and relaxed into the bed. I did the same, and as I suspected, it did not take me long to find slumber being beside moya lyubov’.
“Hold her,” I ordered Wreck, of all people, and as he did, I gripped her jaw, prying it open. “You will feel everything you inflicted upon your son.” I smiled down at her tear-streaked face as she tried to wiggle free, whimpering. Wreck’s hold on her was steady, though. I rested the tip of the vinegar-filled jug to her lips. “You deserve everything you get.”
She choked and coughed through the amount I forced into her. Once done, I stepped back, and Wreck released his hold. She slapped her hands to the floor, heaving as she vomited it up. I knew her throat would be burning; it brought a small smile to my lips.
She needed to suffer.
“Can you do the rest?” Wreck asked from over the other side of her.
Lifting my hard gaze, I told him, “Of course I can.”
“Even when she’s a woman?”
“Gender does not interfere when it comes to revenge. Not when she tortured her own son for being gay.”
The bitch spat to the side. “It wasn’t only that,” she rasped.
“What?” I demanded.
Wreck kicked her in the back when she didn't answer, causing her to cry out. “Answer him.”
“He whored himself out,” she said.
Wreck chuckled. “You stupid bitch. He got paid to go on dates, and that was all he ever did. He never sold his body.”
I had guessed as much, but it was good to know for certain nothing had happened with West’s other clients. However, I still disliked the thought of West around other men. It would be something I had to work on if he continued working.
“It doesn’t matter. He sinned.”
I ground my teeth together and sneered down at the vile creature. Turning, I picked up the long, sharp knife and faced her. “Tie her hands down.”
Wreck grabbed the chain connected to the wall and dragged it over to her. She backed away from him.
“No, stop, please. Don’t do this.”
I’d known it would not take long for the begging to start.
“Did your son plead for you to stop?” I asked, tapping the blade onto my other hand.
She sobbed and nodded.
Wreck used the chains around her wrist to pull her forward where she lay on her stomach. “Then,” I started, “do you think I will listen when you did not with West?”
“Please, please,” she cried over and over.
“Hold her legs down.”
Wreck nodded and moved around as I planted a foot on each side of her hips. She started praying. I laughed. “May the Lord condemn your soul to hell for what you have done.” Leaning over, I sliced up through her top, and I did not stop there. The blade easily cut through the skin of her back, which welled with blood. She screamed and thrashed until I pressed my hand down onto the back of her neck. She still cried, but her movement stilled except for her hands as