CHAPTER337
His grip loosens enough for the color of the pale skin in her fingers to start warming again. He’s responding to me even full of rage and I calm a little, knowing he’s still in there and still responsive to me. He hasn’t succumbed to some red veil of rage and blanking me out at least. Marissa looks ashen faced and scared.
I don’t blame her; this isn’t my Jake. This is a man with the potential of someone like Ray Vanquis, someone with enough strength and aggression to make a woman submit to the truth by any means. Someone who could beat a woman to the floor without a second thought if he wanted to.
The tears start pouring down my face, willing me anywhere but here so I don’t have to witness what he thinks is necessary. I couldn’t forgive him if he does this. I don’t want to see this, so many memories brimming to the surface of my brain and wounding me.
“You still want me,” she whispers to distract him, aiming for some emotion inside of him that she’s sure he still has for her, trying to manipulate and claw back some of the man she previously knew. But this time she’s pushed him too far.
“Marissa, I fucking hated you for years, but I don’t hate you anymore, because I don’t give enough of a fuck about you to feel a single fucking thing.” He lets her go, with a voice as cold and empty as ice and steps back, much to my absolute relief. I feel faint with it.
His words must sting as eyes fill with moisture and tears come pouring down. If it were me, I’d be dying right now knowing that Jake could be so brutally cold and cruel and emotionally dead inside. My body sags with relief that he’s backed off and I’m so confused with all the emotions hitting me over this scene.
I shiver and wrap my arms tightly around myself, willing my Jake to come back into this room. I hate being here without him. I need him to be the one dealing with this, not this crazy, rage brimming Jake that Marissa seems to have pulled out of him. He’s like a stranger to me.
He stands towering over her, every part of him poised and solid. Even Ben has moved away far enough for me to get the impression that this isn’t over, and I start to tense again. That tingle in the air, a mix of dangerous and crazy, lingering and I am on the verge of tears again. My body, heart, mind, and soul are really struggling to endure this.
She doesn’t say anything, just looks from one man to the other in desperation, like she knows she’s losing and is floundering at what to do. Afraid of the man before her, her face softens, her tone changes, eyes widen to alarming Bambi type levels. Her whole body seems to sag and turn submissive.
“Ben?” she whispers tearfully reaching out for him, turning on the tears and victim eyes much like my mother used to do, as though trying to get some sort of comfort or reaction. She’s acting scared hoping Ben will protect her from the obvious lunatic in the room.
She’s completely nuts.
“I don’t think so, sweetheart. I’m done being head-fucked by you. Just answer him.” Ben downs another drink, clinking the glass down on to the counter without another look her way. Offering no help at all but he does, however, shift closer and I wonder if deep down he would still protect her; especially from this angry and raging man stood in front of her. Jake is possessed by something, by her and their past, and the way she nearly messed-up our future; all his anger is focused on her, built up, ready to burst.
She raises her chin in one last show of pride and then nastiness moves in, a darkness taking over her face as she stands tall to meet Jake with matched venom. She’s decided to stand and fight. A switch in her head goes off and a new personality steps in; she knows she’s lost so she’s going down in a blaze of fire.
“All your lame-ass drunk self could do was talk about her.” She nods at me nastily, eyes never leaving his, defiantly. “Some fucking assistant you were hung up on, then you told me to fuck off, before you passed out face down, fully dressed.” She’s decided that if the truth is to come out, she’s going to do it in grand fashion, twisting the knife at the same time. She’s on a sinking ship and doing herself no favors.
A massive gust of relief rushes through me, my heart soaring, squealing, and aching that even back then, Jake obviously loved me. It makes me forget the past few minutes, in elation. But I need to hear her say it, I need to be a hundred percent certain. I want the actual words to finally free us from all the anguish she’s held over us these past few months.
“So, I never touched you in any way … Nothing?
Not once?” Jake is back to snarling as pieces of the puzzle click into place. The agony of these past few months and
all the drama and hassle she’s caused over a baby that
wasn’t even Jake’s? All of that and there was never even
a tiny sliver of a chance at it being his. He is ripping her
head off with his eyes, yet his ferocious unpredictable
poise has slowly dissipated. Her confession was all he wanted. It was all an act, a maneuver, another Carrero manipulation on his part.
“You were as much of a disappointment to me that night as you always have been, Jacob. You don’t know what to do with a real woman like me and you sure as hell couldn’t get it up. Yeah, I fucked Ben to make sure I got pregnant because payback is a fucking bitch!” She slaps the glass out of Ben’s hand since he’d sauntered over to hear every word from the lying whore’s mouth. It smashes to the floor and she turns on her heel storming away.
Jake seems to be immobilized in rage and maybe relief, while Ben with blinking disbelief, is still trying to take in the fact that he is one hundred percent the father. He’s ashen faced as though it’s dawned on him that he’s having a baby … with her!
He has the look I must’ve had when I found out about tadpole, and Marissa’s baby.
“Marissa?” I call after her and she stops, spinning her head to me with a look of complete hatred. I toss her phone onto the floor between us, not caring if I break it and scowl right back.
“You’re pathetic … It’s sad that you had to go to such lengths to get something he gave me so freely.” I lift my
chin and slide my hand into Jake’s, anger tremoring through his body, vibrating with rage, as I tug him with me. I’m no longer afraid of that scary psycho look on his face. Jake would never hurt me in that way no matter how seething he is, and my touch seems to calm him. He never left me in here at all, he just needed to push her to break her barriers and confess, always the manipulator and never a Vanquis.
I was stupid to ever doubt him.
“Take me home, Jake, I want to go home.” I turn my adoring eyes to the man who loves me, smug at the seething despise on her face as she watches us. Secure in just how little he must’ve ever felt for her to be able to scare her that way and now elated that her hold over him is gone.
Jake slides an arm around me pulling me in, watching the sheer toxic rage in her eyes, and we leave Ben and Marissa to sort out the future their baby will have now. I niggle with a little remorse at poor Ben’s crushed demeanor as we walk out.
With every step away from that apartment Jake seems to lose some of the soaring anger coursing through his body and starts to loosen up. Every footstep pulls him back to the man I know and love and as we reach the stairwell, his palms slides over my stomach with a huge sigh of relief. He pulls me to a stop before hauling me into his arms and exhales slowly right into my hair in an all-consuming full body embrace.
“I’m sorry I scared you, bambino … Really, really sorry. I just needed to push her for the truth … I needed her to be scared enough to admit it.”"
