Companion piece to Bad Things and Persuasive and Dirty
Thereās silence when you step inside the house. It fills you full of apprehension because both Chibās and Tigās bikes are parked up outside and usually that makes your home boisterous and full of laughter. Thereās something wrong you can feel the thrum of tension in the air as you remove your high heels and set them down alongside Chibs and Tigās motorcycle boots. Youāve had this heaviness sitting in your chest since Jarry turned up this morning and it refuses to shift.
When you step into the kitchen the two men are sitting at the table, both nursing a beer. Filip turns his head away from you, the line of his jaw tensing. You look to Tig for a clue but his gaze lowers before he clears his throat and raises to his feet.
āIām gonna check in on Suzie.ā He says softly, tipping his head towards your front door.
āGive her my love.ā You tell him as he leans in close, his lips brushing over your cheek.
āTake care of him.ā He whispers before he pads to the hall to reclaim his boots.
You wait until you hear the front door close before you make your move, because even now FIlip canāt allow himself to show weakness, not in front of his brothers. Not even to his oldest friend. You drop to your knees in front of him, your thumb chasing along the scar on his cheek softly.
āFilip.ā You murmur. āFilip, will you look at me?ā
He sighs, before he turns his head to look at you and thatās when you see it, the bite mark on the left side of his neck. It flips something inside of you, your entire body stiffens as you take it in. He sees the turn and something inside of him cracks because he knows that this is the end, that this is something you canāt forgive.
āDid she do this to you?ā You ask him, a tightness in your voice as your fingertips trace over the mark. āWhat else did she do?ā
He holds out his wrists and you look down to see the purple bruises already starting to blossom across his skin. Your thumbs chase along the lines, because you recognise them from your own injuries back when Galenā¦
Suddenly Tigās behaviour makes sense, the quiet way in which he stood guard over Filip, relinquishing his post when you stepped through the door to give the two of you some space.
āDid she...ā You murmur, meeting his gaze.
He shakes his head, swallowing hard against the ache in his chest.
āClose.ā He says, his voice rough. āI took care of it.ā
āGood.ā You say fiercely because if he hadnāt taken care of it, you certainly would have. You would love nothing more right now to resurrect that bitch and put a couple of bullets of your own in her chest but thatās not what Filip needs right now.
You wonder if this is how he felt when he found you strung up in that barn, that fury because someone has hurt the person you love and you couldnāt protect them from it.
None of that had spilled over in the aftermath. You remember how tender he had been, how soothing, how gentle. You shove down that anger and instead wrap your arms around him because youāve been on the other side of this too. You know what itās like to endure an assault, how it takes something away from you, fractures something deep inside.
He clutches you close, burying his face into the curve of your shoulder. He breathes you in, thereās something so reassuring about being in your presence. He needs this right now; he needs the comfort that comes with being with you because it feels like heās being flayed alive and youāre the only person he can show that too.
āItās going to be alright.ā You whisper to him. āI promise you my love, itās going to be alright.ā
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