She complied without hesitation, assuming a submissive stance on the ground.
"Good girl," Nevada said with a hint of indifference.
Nevada paced back and forth, unable to perform sexually. Every time he glanced at her, he was reminded of your face filled with disappointment as you caught him in the act. He realized that his love for you had grown immensely - you had never caught him cheating before, and now he couldn't even get aroused. He knew he had to find you and make things right.
“Stand up and return to Mr. Bones,” he ordered her.
“What? Why?” She questioned, getting to her feet.
"Because I told you to. Now, leave," he demanded.
"Is this because of that bitch of a girlfriend who interrupted us?" she snapped back.
"I said go! Now!"
She stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her. Nevada took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing thoughts. He needed to find YN and explain everything to her. He couldn't keep living like this, constantly tormented by his guilt and inability to perform.
He quickly dialed Marco's number. He had tasked Marco with watching over YN tonight.
"Boss, I'm so sorry!"
"We'll talk about it later. Where is she?"
"She's in the hotel a few blocks away from the club. Room 394."
"I'll be there in less than 5."
Before hanging up, Nevada headed out the door to make his way to the hotel.
He arrived at room 394 and knocked on the door. YN answered but immediately slammed it shut.
"Go away, Nevada!"
"YN! Please, open the door."
"No!"
"Sweetheart, please listen to me. Nothing happened."
"You've broken too many promises, Nevada. Did you even care about our New Year's kiss?" you shouted through the door.
"Please, let me explain, cariño."
You cautiously opened the door. "We can't keep yelling like this, someone might call the police. Let's make a ground rule: no physical contact. Understand?"
"Yes, I promise."
"Stop making empty promises. They mean nothing to you."
You crossed your arms, challenging him with your fiery gaze. He looked like a man who finally understood the depth of his actions.
"Okay, no physical contact," he said firmly, taking a step back as if to give you space. He spoke in a calmer voice that belied his turmoil.
"YN, I love you more than anything. I never meant to hurt you. But when I saw you tonight, all my lies and deceit came crashing down on me. I thought I could live like this forever, but I can't."
He paused, looking at you with vulnerability shining in his eyes. "I want to make things right with you. Can we start by talking openly about what happened and why?"
You hesitated, looking at him skeptically. "Alright, Nevada. But one thing's for sure: we need to talk about this, and we need to do it openly. No more secrets, no more lies."
Nevada nodded solemnly, taking a deep breath. "I agree. I promise to be honest with you from now on."
You gestured for him to sit down on the hotel room's small sofa. "Okay. Tell me everything."
As Nevada began to unfold the tangled web of his deceit, a both painful and cathartic process ensued between the two lovers. They explored the reasons behind his actions, his motivations, and the consequences that followed. Tears were shed, apologies were exchanged, and a commitment was made to rebuild their relationship based on trust and honesty.
Through it all, Nevada remained steadfast in his love for YN. He knew that what they shared was special - something worth fighting for. As the hours ticked by, they delved deeper into their past, peeling away layers of hurt and deception. His words tumbled forth with raw honesty, and her eyes reflected the pain he'd caused her. Yet she listened, truly listened, with an unwavering commitment to healing their relationship.
"I never meant to hurt you, YN," he whispered, his voice barely audible. He paused, swallowing hard as he met her gaze. "I am sorry for everything."
Your face was a picture of sorrow and disbelief. "I want to believe you, Nevada," she said softly. "But trust takes time to rebuild."
He responded in a soft tone, "I understand. I am willing to do whatever is necessary. Oh! I have a thought on how to demonstrate the depth of my commitment."
“How?”
"Please, come with me!"
"Fine, but it better be worth it."
Nevada motioned for you to follow him out of the hotel and into his car. He sat in the backseat with you as he instructed the driver, "Take us to Bones' place."
After twenty minutes of driving, you arrive at a building near the George Washington Bridge.
Nevada assists you out of the car and guides you towards the bridge.
"What is our purpose here, Vada?"
"I'll take care of her. The woman from earlier tonight. Let me handle her for you!"
"Take care of her as in... eliminate?"
“Just tell me what to do, baby girl. Hang on tight.” Nevada strode towards the building and knocked on the door. After a brief conversation with the man inside, a woman was pushed out of the doorway. Nevada didn't want to risk touching her, so he stood back and watched as she fell to her knees.
The woman stood up. “What the fuck?”
“Come with me, puta.”
She followed Nevada back to where you were standing on the bridge.
“What the fuck is she doing here?” she asked.
“Shut up,” Nevada demanded.
He turned to YN. "I want you to watch as I make this woman pay for what she's done to us. This is my way of showing you that I can protect you and that I will never let anyone hurt you again." He looked down at the ground, deep in thought. "Now, watch carefully and remember: it is always us against the world."
YN, though hesitant and filled with doubt, stood firm beside Nevada as he explained his intentions. She watched in shock and horror as Nevada brutally lifted the woman in a display of power and rage and tossed her over the bridge - an attempt to prove his unwavering love and commitment to her.
Nevada motioned for you to follow him as he walked back to the car. He left his men behind to retrieve the lifeless body from the frigid water.
You were mostly in a state of shock, but you couldn't deny the slight stirrings deep within you. You never thought you would approve of murder, yet after experiencing such intense emotions towards that woman tonight, there was an odd sense of relief when you saw her lifeless body.
“Vada, I…”
"Shh, darling. This is only the beginning of what I am capable of. Now let's head home and the boys can handle the aftermath for the rest of the evening."
Once one of the guys dropped you off at Nevada's place, you made your way inside.
“Vada, I… I need you.”
“I’m here, YN. I will always be here for you."
Nevada pulled you close, his warmth enveloping you in a embrace filled with a promise of protection and love. His touch felt different now - powerful, invigorating, and rock-solid. As if to say, "We are one and together we can take on the world."
Nevada led you by the hand to the bedroom and stripped off your dress and heels, leaving you completely exposed to him. He then quickly removed his clothes while watching you climb onto the bed.
You stared at Nevada as he climbed onto the bed and joined you. His eyes seemed to have a fire in them you had never seen before. He was no longer the man who lied and hid secrets from you.
He kissed you, tenderly at first, and then with a passion that was almost violent. It was as if all the pent-up emotions between you were finally being let loose, unleashing a torrent of desire and need.
You responded to his touch, your body arching towards him, your hands gripping his skin, desperate to feel his touch everywhere. Nevada explored every inch of your body, kissing and caressing you with an intensity that spoke of his commitment to make things right.
As you became one, your bodies moving together in a perfect harmony born of love and trust, you felt a sense of completeness you hadn't experienced in a long time. It was as if the distance between you had closed, and the chasm of hurt and betrayal had been bridged. This was more than just sex - it was a reaffirmation of your bond, an expression of the love that still burned fiercely between you both.
As you lay in his arms, gazing out at the stars shimmering above Nevada's apartment, you felt a profound sense of relief wash over you. The weight of your relationship's wounds began to lessen as you entrusted yourself to this man who was capable of such violence for your sake.
"Vada, I am scared," you admitted, nestling closer to him. "I'm scared of what we just did and what it means for us."
"It means that we're stronger together than apart," Nevada whispered into your ear, his voice steady.
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The following morning, you woke up before Nevada did. Despite being involved in a murder the night before, you went to the kitchen and effortlessly whipped up a batch of blueberry muffins as if nothing had happened.
glad to see you're all enjoying this rerun of old Nevada posts i've set up in the queue. hoping it might promote new ones! reminder, if you have a Nevada post/art/fic/etc. you'd like promoted on the blog, just let me know and i'll reblog it :D
