Heart Recaptured
Page 23
In fact, they looked terrified. A little girl at their table, however, could not break her gaze from mine. She looked about six years old, all innocent and pure. My stomach churned as it dawned on me that was how young I must have looked when I was sent away and deemed a Cursed.
Two young women at the table behind were staring at Ky, and seeing my interest behind him, Ky looked back, flashing them a handsome smile. The women giggled and blushed. Ky faced me again and his eyebrows danced.
“They were staring at you for a long time,” I said.
“Yeah.” Ky shrugged. “Bitches cream like fuck over this face and body. It’s because I’m hot, sweet cheeks. Happens all the time.”
My mouth gaped at his candor. I was not sure of the meaning of some of his words, but I understood his tone. “You are very vain.”
“Nah, I’m fuckin’ honest. I’m hot as fuck and I know it. Why lie?”
Eyes narrowing, I surmised, “You place too much value in beauty.”
Ky scoffed and pointed at my face. “Says the most beautiful one.”
Offended, I argued, “Beauty means nothing to me… believe me.”
Ky shrugged again. “Because you’re beautiful. We both are. Beautiful people always say that shit about not thinking it’s important. But, Lilah, we’re both fuckin’ stunning. Ain’t no changing it.” He leaned forward and waggled his brows. “So embrace it. I do… frequently.”
I shook my head, having nothing to say in response, and Ky smiled victoriously.
Ky stretched his arms over his head. Catching my attention, he cracked his neck from side to side, flashed another smile, and asked, “Do you like pancakes?”
“Pancakes?” I asked, puzzled.
“You ain’t ever had pancakes and bacon?”
I shook my head.
“Damn,” he sighed out.
From his reaction, I surmised that pancakes and bacon must very special indeed.
At that moment, Maude returned with two mugs and a carafe of something black in her hand; it smelled lovely. As she placed the mugs down, I could feel Ky’s heavy stare watching me.
Maude poured the liquid out in a mug for Ky, then turned to me. “Coffee, honey?”
I looked to Ky for instruction. “Erm…”
Maude’s eyebrows pulled down, and I caught her suspicious glance at Ky.
“She’ll take it,” Ky answered. My shoulders sagged, feeling relief when Maude swiftly filled my mug and walked away.
“Thank you,” I said. “I did not know what to do. I have not had to answer for myself before.”
Placing his elbows on the table, Ky shook his head in disappointment, then asked, “You ain’t had coffee either?”
“No. What is it?” I looked down at the hot, aromatic liquid with more than passing curiosity. The smell was so enticing, even intoxicating.
“It’s a drink.”
Unable to contain my laughter, a chortle spilled from my lips. “I know that much, Ky. I may not know much in this world of yours, but I can recognize a hot beverage.”
Ky’s expression changed from indifferent, bored even, to something else… something akin to amusement. It was subtle, but it was there. His eyes softened, and then after a moment, he smiled back at me and placed his hand over mine. My laughter died down as the warmth from his skin seeped through to my bones. When I looked into his blue eyes, they too were focused on our hands.
I should have removed my hand. It was right to do so and sinful not to do so. But I didn’t want to, and for the first time in my life, I had no one to tell me otherwise. I was under Ky’s command this day, and I must do as he wished.
Ky was tense. I realized he was shocked at my allowing this forbidden touch. My heartbeat was as speedy as a hummingbird’s fluttering wings and an excited shiver ran up and down my spine.
Ky’s eyes then met mine, the residue of a smile still gracing my face. His free hand reached out slowly to gently touch my lips, and he said, “That’s one hell of a good look on you, sweet cheeks.”
“What… what is?” I asked as his hand dropped from my face.
“That stunning fuckin’ smile. I ain’t ever seen you smile in the whole time you’ve been at the compound.”
I lost my smile, then replied, “Because I do not have reason to smile very often.”
Ky’s fingers began tracing the back of my hand. “Then you make a reason, Li. Don’t make excuses for living a shit life. It ain’t rocket science. You don’t like something, find something you do. Don’t like being around someone, stay the fuck away. Wanna change your life, then get off your ass, bitch and fuckin’ change it.”
Ky gave my hand a long squeeze and said, “I know you ain’t feeling life at the club, but you also haven’t given it or anyone in it the time of day. You keep yourself caged up in that room, wallowing in grief for something that’s gone and ain’t ever coming back. You’re fuckin’ miserable, but you don’t even try to make things better. Not one of the brothers will hurt you, and if you stick to certain rules, visiting brothers and nomads won’t ever get the chance. You give Mae shit for having the balls to leave something she knew was fucked up, and you’re fuckin’ killing her by refusing or even acknowledging her help.
“I get you think we’re all sinners, but we’re sinners that will protect y’all. You’re Mae’s sister, she’s Styx’s old lady, and that means you got club protection. And we ain’t that bad to people we let in, Li. So fuckin’ just try to make this situation you’re in better. I mean, fuck, I don’t ever get down, love my damn life, but looking at you through that window every night, as miserable as shit and glaring at us like we’re demons, even makes me wanna slit my wrists. And I’ll tell you now, I’m too fuckin’ pretty to die!”
A dull ache throbbed in my stomach, like I’d received a harsh kick. I lowered my head, though I could not help but smile reluctantly at the joke he just made.
He was right. He was far too pretty to die.
Ky jerked my hand and forced me to look at him. “I don’t know in full what those fuckwits did to you, but I know enough to understand that you ain’t gonna trust folks, that you’ve been fuckin’ programmed to fear anyone that Prophet Pedo told you to avoid, but you gotta try, Li. You just gotta try.”
Two young women at the table behind were staring at Ky, and seeing my interest behind him, Ky looked back, flashing them a handsome smile. The women giggled and blushed. Ky faced me again and his eyebrows danced.
“They were staring at you for a long time,” I said.
“Yeah.” Ky shrugged. “Bitches cream like fuck over this face and body. It’s because I’m hot, sweet cheeks. Happens all the time.”
My mouth gaped at his candor. I was not sure of the meaning of some of his words, but I understood his tone. “You are very vain.”
“Nah, I’m fuckin’ honest. I’m hot as fuck and I know it. Why lie?”
Eyes narrowing, I surmised, “You place too much value in beauty.”
Ky scoffed and pointed at my face. “Says the most beautiful one.”
Offended, I argued, “Beauty means nothing to me… believe me.”
Ky shrugged again. “Because you’re beautiful. We both are. Beautiful people always say that shit about not thinking it’s important. But, Lilah, we’re both fuckin’ stunning. Ain’t no changing it.” He leaned forward and waggled his brows. “So embrace it. I do… frequently.”
I shook my head, having nothing to say in response, and Ky smiled victoriously.
Ky stretched his arms over his head. Catching my attention, he cracked his neck from side to side, flashed another smile, and asked, “Do you like pancakes?”
“Pancakes?” I asked, puzzled.
“You ain’t ever had pancakes and bacon?”
I shook my head.
“Damn,” he sighed out.
From his reaction, I surmised that pancakes and bacon must very special indeed.
At that moment, Maude returned with two mugs and a carafe of something black in her hand; it smelled lovely. As she placed the mugs down, I could feel Ky’s heavy stare watching me.
Maude poured the liquid out in a mug for Ky, then turned to me. “Coffee, honey?”
I looked to Ky for instruction. “Erm…”
Maude’s eyebrows pulled down, and I caught her suspicious glance at Ky.
“She’ll take it,” Ky answered. My shoulders sagged, feeling relief when Maude swiftly filled my mug and walked away.
“Thank you,” I said. “I did not know what to do. I have not had to answer for myself before.”
Placing his elbows on the table, Ky shook his head in disappointment, then asked, “You ain’t had coffee either?”
“No. What is it?” I looked down at the hot, aromatic liquid with more than passing curiosity. The smell was so enticing, even intoxicating.
“It’s a drink.”
Unable to contain my laughter, a chortle spilled from my lips. “I know that much, Ky. I may not know much in this world of yours, but I can recognize a hot beverage.”
Ky’s expression changed from indifferent, bored even, to something else… something akin to amusement. It was subtle, but it was there. His eyes softened, and then after a moment, he smiled back at me and placed his hand over mine. My laughter died down as the warmth from his skin seeped through to my bones. When I looked into his blue eyes, they too were focused on our hands.
I should have removed my hand. It was right to do so and sinful not to do so. But I didn’t want to, and for the first time in my life, I had no one to tell me otherwise. I was under Ky’s command this day, and I must do as he wished.
Ky was tense. I realized he was shocked at my allowing this forbidden touch. My heartbeat was as speedy as a hummingbird’s fluttering wings and an excited shiver ran up and down my spine.
Ky’s eyes then met mine, the residue of a smile still gracing my face. His free hand reached out slowly to gently touch my lips, and he said, “That’s one hell of a good look on you, sweet cheeks.”
“What… what is?” I asked as his hand dropped from my face.
“That stunning fuckin’ smile. I ain’t ever seen you smile in the whole time you’ve been at the compound.”
I lost my smile, then replied, “Because I do not have reason to smile very often.”
Ky’s fingers began tracing the back of my hand. “Then you make a reason, Li. Don’t make excuses for living a shit life. It ain’t rocket science. You don’t like something, find something you do. Don’t like being around someone, stay the fuck away. Wanna change your life, then get off your ass, bitch and fuckin’ change it.”
Ky gave my hand a long squeeze and said, “I know you ain’t feeling life at the club, but you also haven’t given it or anyone in it the time of day. You keep yourself caged up in that room, wallowing in grief for something that’s gone and ain’t ever coming back. You’re fuckin’ miserable, but you don’t even try to make things better. Not one of the brothers will hurt you, and if you stick to certain rules, visiting brothers and nomads won’t ever get the chance. You give Mae shit for having the balls to leave something she knew was fucked up, and you’re fuckin’ killing her by refusing or even acknowledging her help.
“I get you think we’re all sinners, but we’re sinners that will protect y’all. You’re Mae’s sister, she’s Styx’s old lady, and that means you got club protection. And we ain’t that bad to people we let in, Li. So fuckin’ just try to make this situation you’re in better. I mean, fuck, I don’t ever get down, love my damn life, but looking at you through that window every night, as miserable as shit and glaring at us like we’re demons, even makes me wanna slit my wrists. And I’ll tell you now, I’m too fuckin’ pretty to die!”
A dull ache throbbed in my stomach, like I’d received a harsh kick. I lowered my head, though I could not help but smile reluctantly at the joke he just made.
He was right. He was far too pretty to die.
Ky jerked my hand and forced me to look at him. “I don’t know in full what those fuckwits did to you, but I know enough to understand that you ain’t gonna trust folks, that you’ve been fuckin’ programmed to fear anyone that Prophet Pedo told you to avoid, but you gotta try, Li. You just gotta try.”
