Page 188 of Savior
“I’m going to get a room somewhere. I don’t want to be here.”
“Vanna, please.”
As I pull open a drawer, Dean grabs the bag, throwing it back in the closet and shuts the door.
“I’m not leaving you.” I sigh. “I just need some space to decompress.”
“You’re right. You’re not. You’re not leaving, period.” Dean growls. “You want me away from you, I’ll go to the clubhouse. My old room. You stay here.”
“Tell me the truth and we can both stay here.”
“I’ve told you as much as I can tell you.”
“Well then. Since my husband to be won’t be honest with me, maybe I’ll just have to ask Legion myself, again.”
Dean’s eyes narrow at me. “Legion’s the reason behind everything. He told me so himself, tonight. The drugs in this county. The rise in crime. Axel’s attack. Jack Nero and Aaron Hopper.” Dean growls. “Wouldn’t shock me if the missing girl from our town disappeared at the hands of a Demon, as well.”
I don’t know quite what to say to that.
“He also told me, that he would make you his.”
“Well, that isn’t going to happen.”
“I’d like to think not.”
I stare back at him as I move towards the bed and sit down. Deciding to let his comment slide, I ask instead, “Can you just tell me why Legion is so fixated on you?”
“Revenge.” Dean simply replies. “Though I believe he’s realized, or soon will, that it’s been misguided.”
“Why?”
“He didn’t have all the facts.”
“Seems Legion and I really do have quitea few things in common.”
Dean shakes his head. “That was below the belt, doll.”
My eyes lower from his, catching sight of the letter that was left on the front door. It must have been knocked on the floor when Dean snatched the duffle bag. I bend to pick it up, holding it out to him.
“I found this on our front door tonight.”
Dean steps forward, taking it from me and reading it. He nods slowly. “Maybe he did mean to kill me tonight… Or fuck me up bad enough to lay me out for a while.” He tosses the envelope with the letter onto the night table.
I take a deep breath and stare back at him. We remain in silence for a few moments, before I tell him what I really want to say. What I’ve been wanting to say, ever since I found out I’m having his baby. “I don’t want to fight with you. I don’t want to take cheap shots or keep secrets or let other people pull us apart.”
“I don’t want that either, Vanna.”
“I’ve chosen you, Dean. I’ve chosen you, over everyone else in my life. I need to know you will choose me and this baby over everyone else, as well. Over other women. Even over your MC. I need to know this. You need to show me this, or… It’s just not going to work.”
His head slumps, but he nods, eyes closed, shoulders sagging as if he’s ashamed. “I know.” He whispers. “I went to Madeline tonight… To tell her as much… To tell her about you and Ace… To tell her that I can’t dothis… anymore… I’m so sorry, Vanna… You deserve so much better than what I’ve given you… You deserve better than me.”
I walk over to him, reaching up to hold his stubbled jaw in an attempt to get him to look at me. “Dean, you are a good man. I know you love me. That you love this baby. I know why you do what you do. And I love you for it. But you could have been killed tonight. You could get killed in an underground fight, too. And then what?”
“I haven’t fought in the underground circuits since the death match.”
“I believe you.” I sigh. “And I know that’s easier to give up, than this… But what happens next time? Another night like tonight? I don’t want your property, Dean. I don’t want your money. I don’t want to stand over your grave… hating you… for throwing away the life we want together. The life we’ve both overcome so much for. I don’t want to hate you for abandoning me and your son. I want you to raise our son with me. He needs his father, Dean. We both need you.”
“You both have me.” He says, lifting his hands to gently grip my wrists as he opens his eyes to look at me.
