Page 40 of Demon Rider

A home that I will not be coming back to.

The pain is too much, I fade into nothingness.

When I wake up, I am in a soft bed. The familiar scent of Tyson surrounds me.

“Baby.” Tilting my head to the side, I see Tyson.

“Are they dead?”

“Yes.”

“The prospect?”

“Okay. They thought they killed him, but he will survive.” I close my eyes and nod.

We stay in silence, I catalogue my injuries, the pain is there but now it is a dull ache, but the mental pain will remain for a time, and I hate that I have to go through this again.

“You will get through this, baby. I will be right by our side. You are never being out of my sight ever again.”

“I don’t know what to say to you, Tyson. You never told me that you cannot physically cheat, you let me believe that, and I do not know why. That was a cunty move on your part.”

He sighs, scrubbing his hands over face, coming to sit on the bed next to my hip.

“I thought that you wouldn’t believe me no matter what I said, so I was giving you space. Stayed at the club, got drunk, that is why I was delayed feeling you through the bond. I am so fucking sorry, baby, never again. As for not telling you, it felt like you sliced my heart into pieces when you thought that I would do that to you after I confessed I love you. My ego was bruised, and my Reaper was spiraling at the idea of losing you. I am shit at this kind of thing, baby. Hell, I got my last wife killed for fucks sake.”

“You let me think you cheated. All of this could have been avoided.”

“I know.” My chest aches for the both of us, but I know now that he did not cheat, but it still hurts that he let me think that he did.

“The girls lied.” I point out.

“Yeah. They are gone. I laid out the law with them, but then Nikki beat up one of the girls for touching Zeke and he kicked them all out, expect for two.”

I close my eyes and relish in the thought that the club girls are gone. They have been nothing bitches towards me, even after I tried helping them with a future that might want.

“Which two?”

His lips twitch at my question.

“Misty and Petal.” I nod.

We sit in more silence and I hate it. I hate feeling out of sorts. My stomach knots, and I feel sick. Tyson moves closer, cupping my face. We stare at each other for a few beats, his palm on my face feels nice. It has been nearly a day since I have felt his skin on mine.

Placing my hand over his, he sighs heavily, like I just fixed his heart.

“I am sorry for making you feel this way. Can you ever forgive me?”

I do not need to think it over; I know that I will forgive him. We both messed up, him more than me, albeit, but we can get through this. We kind of have too since fate brought us together.

“It will take some time to fix this between us, Ty, because you made me feel like I was not enough when you could have stopped it all with a conversation. The bond would have made me see the truth.”

“I know I fucked up, but I will spend eternity making it up to you. You want flowers every day; you got them. You want foot rubs; you fucking got it. I will give you all the orgasms you want.” He grins.

“I kill all flowers, so do not waste your money.” I say stifling a laugh.

“The I will buy you fake ones.” His face turns serious; his grin slips away. “I am truly sorry for how I handle shit between us, baby. I am a man and we are shit at this commitment thing, but that is not an excuse for how I treated you. I should have told you the truth instead of thinking about what you thought I did.

“No woman holds a candle to you, Kristina. My soul and my heart belong to you, and I will be the best fucking fated mate that you will ever have. Reapers can switch off their emotions and belove me I have seen it, but fuck me, sitting here with you, knowing that you belong to me as much, as I belong to you, I do not get why they do it.”