Chapter One Hundred and Fifteen
“I’m not going!”
Kelley sighed and sat down on the edge of their bed. He was exhausted, worried and afraid. Milana’s stubbornness wasn’t helping and her blatant refusal to follow his orders were just adding to everything else he felt. He needed a break.
“Mila …”
“No, Kelley! I’m staying here with you!”
Kelley stood up and lost some of his control. “You’ll fucking do as I say! This is for your safety! You’re going and that’s final!” He stormed out of the room and slammed the door shut, Milana’s flinching figure barely registering.
In the study he paced up and down, his irritation just elevating with every passing second. Scelto Island was a fortress and it was one of their first investments after they’d registered Nascosto Scelto. The island was located ten miles from mainland Ridge Valley City, close enough if they needed to head to the mainland for an emergency but also far enough to see a speedboat coming.
Milana was pushing his buttons since everyone else were busy packing for their trip. They had to get everyone to safety and soon. He had sent a message to Blain as well giving him the Phase Zero plan. Marella would be safer there than anywhere else but Kelley had the sinking feeling that she wouldn’t go.
Carey, John, Jesse, Marley, Milana and Jeannie with a team of trusted guards would head to the island and stay there until Kelley gave them the green light to return. He would stay in Yorkdare Bay with Connor, Mason and Lee. Jesse would head up security on the island and keep communications open.
The study door opened and Milana stood in the doorway, her arms wrapped around herself. Kelley turned to look at her and then turned his back on her, staring at the empty fireplace. He heard her footsteps behind him and her arms wrapped around his waist and she pressed her face against his back.
“I don’t want to fight with you.”
Kelley briefly closed his eyes. He loved her, loved her too much to take the chance of anything happening to her. The Elite’s had no qualms about killing an unborn baby and he didn’t want to imagine what they’d do to her. She was his wife, the biggest target to hurt him.
“Then don’t fight me on this, Mila.”
Milana shifted and she moved to stand in front of him. She took his hands and looked up into his eyes. His resolve couldn’t break, not with her. He wouldn’t survive if they tried to break her, he’d burn the whole world down.
“Tell me why, Kelley.”
“Milana …”
She shook her head sadly as she looked at him. “If you don’t tell me why then I’m not leaving.”
“It’s not that I don’t trust you, I literally can’t tell you. You need to trust that whatever decisions I make is for everyone’s safety. You need to pack.”
“Safety from what? Who shot Lee and Marella? Who assaulted Andrea?”
“Milana, don’t ask me questions I can’t answer.”
“I might be your wife because of a damn contract but I’m not your property!”
Milana turned away from him and walked past him but Kelley grabbed her wrist and she was forced to turn back towards him. “True or not, you made a vow to honour me. Now you’ll do as I say. Pack or leave with the clothes on your back, but you are going.”
Milana pushed him away from her, the forcefulness of his low voice sending shivers down her spine. They were threatening, scary and domineering. “You’re an asshole, Kelley.”
“If me being an asshole keeps you safe then I’m fine with that title.”
Kelley watched her as she left the study and he sighed. ‘Rather mad than dead,’ Kelley thought.
They had twelve hours to sort out their personal things. Twelve hours before the plane would leave from a private airfield and take them to Grand Kingsway. From there they’d board a helicopter and land on the island.
Much later that night, after checking on Jesse’s progress and when he was sure that everything was set for the following morning, did he go to his bedroom. He undressed down to his underwear and slid into the bed behind Milana.
Kelley slid his arm around her waist and kissed the back of her neck. “I’m sorry, Mila.”
She moved back slightly, closer against him and her hand gripped the one on her stomach. “I’m sorry, too.”
Kelley rolled on top of her, pushing her nightdress up and settling between her legs. He pulled his underwear off and just as Milana’s hand landed on his chest, he pushed inside her. The movement was filled with need, almost a plea to give herself to him.
There were no love-filled kisses, just the punishing thrusts as Kelley took without hesitation. Milana met every thrust Kelley gave, her own need to be connected to him driving her. She clung to him as his movements became desperate and she swore for a moment she could feel his pain.
Her nails dug into his back as his thrusts became even harder and deeper. Milana looked up at him and she saw the tears roll down his cheeks, his eyes closed, lost in his own world and the pain speared right through her.
Kelley pulled out of her suddenly and flipped her over on her stomach before pushing back inside her. He pressed her shoulders down towards the bed and she fisted the sheets beneath her. This man was hurting, afraid of something and possibly the loneliest person she’d ever met.
She could feel each of those emotions as he kept thrusting into her and when his hand stroked down her stomach and between her legs she couldn’t help the orgasm building. She clenched then and Kelley groaned loudly as his own release came shortly after hers.
Kelley pulled her into his arms again, her back against his chest, their breathing evening out. She could still feel his heart beating rapidly against her and she gripped his hand again. “Please talk to me, Kelley.”
“I just don’t ever want to lose you.”
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