“Oh my god.” I close my eyes. I never even thought that what happened to me could have happened to someone else.
“He molested a girlfriend of his young daughter and then raped another woman.”
“No.” I shook my head not wanting to believe how really horrible that guy was.
“I’m sorry, baby.” He kisses my forehead, pulling me closer to him. “Your father went to his house to confront him about what he had done. He said the guy attacked him first, but your dad had no wounds or anything that proved his claim. Your dad killed him.” He pushes the hair away from my face, his lips going to my forehead again. “I know you feel differently than I do. I’ll be happy if our child has your kind of compassion, but I’m glad he’s dead. He deserved what he got. Actually, he deserved a lot worse for the things he did.”
I’m glad he’s dead too. I’m glad he isn’t alive to hurt anyone else. I still feel guilty though. I don’t even realize I’m crying until I feel Nico wiping the tears off my cheeks.
“Please don’t cry, baby,” he says quietly, running his hands over my head.
“Why’s my dad calling?” I wonder out loud.
“I don’t know, but I’ll find out before he calls again.” He rolls me to my back, his body leaning over me. “You know I love you, and there is nothing on this earth I wouldn’t do for you. I would kill for you, walk through fire for you, and fight your demons if that’s what you needed from me.” He wipes my cheeks again before kissing me softly. “This is something I’m going to need you to fight through with me though. I know it’ll be hard for you, but I think it may help heal some of what he broke in you if you talk to him.”
“I don’t know if I can. Why is he doing this now when before he couldn’t care less?”
“He had someone checking on you while you were in Seattle.”
“What?” I breathe. I look into his eyes, and he nods then shakes his head.
“He told me he had someone checking in on you, making sure you were okay, but then one day, you were just gone and he didn’t know what happened to you.”
“Okay… I don’t know how I feel about that.”
“I think he was doing it so he had peace of mind. When I met your dad and he talked about what happened to you, I could see how guilty he feels. He feels responsible for what happened to you, but he also feels guilty for your mother’s death.”
“He told you that?” I look at him, wide-eyed.
“He didn’t have to. That’s why I think it would be good if you talked to him.”
“Can I send a letter or something first? I don’t know if I’m ready to talk to him on the phone yet.”
“You can do it however you need to,” he says, kissing my forehead before pulling me into his chest. I’m not sure I’m ready to face my past, but I know that, as long as I have this man with me, I will be okay. I also know that, deep down, he is right; I need to face my past so I can move on to a future with Nico.
Chapter 12
Nico
I look out the window of the nursery and rub my hands over my face. For the first time since I started doing what I do, I feel out of control. I got in early from a job today and went to meet Sophie for lunch. When I got out of my car to head into the building, I noticed a paper under her wiper blade. At first, I didn’t think much about it. I wasn’t even going to look at it until something in my gut told me to turn around and grab it. As soon as I opened the letter, my stomach dropped.
After you have his baby, you’re mine. I haven’t forgotten about you.
The words were typed out on simple white copy paper. They were enough to send me into a rage and bring me to my knees all at once. I have no idea who had attacked her. I don’t know how safe she is working at the school anymore. She already had to have someone stay with her when I was out of town for work. She hates feeling like she needs to be on guard. I have no idea what to do. I don’t want her any more stressed out than she already is. Dealing with the situation with her dad already has her up late at night worrying. I don’t want that for her, and I don’t want that for my child. The fact she is now showing in her pregnancy is starting to freak me out. Not the showing part, but the part where she is very obviously carrying my child, there is someone after her, and they have been around her to know that she is pregnant.
“What are you doing in here?”
I turn to look at her as she enters the room we chose for the nursery. She’s so f**king beautiful that I have to ask myself, Why me? How did I get so lucky? Today, she has on a high-waisted skirt that ends right under her tits, and the fit of the skirt shows off her very rounded stomach and ends right above her knees. At only three and a half months, you would think she is farther along than she is with how large she is already. We still don’t know what we’re having. People have already been making bets, so we’ve decided to keep it a surprise for D-day, as Asher always calls delivery day.
“Baby, you know you’re not supposed to be wearing those shoes.” I shake my head as I watch her heels move across the carpet.
“These are not even that high,” she defends, doing a one-leg lift to show off one of the shoes. They are tall. They bring her forehead up to my mouth. When she’s barefooted, it reaches my chest. These are all lace with a long, wide heel. “Besides, I think this is the last day of heels for me until the baby gets here anyways.” She pouts then places one hand on my chest, lifting her foot behind her to slip off her shoe before doing the same with the other, causing her to shrink in height.