Page 56 of Savior
Like a magnet, I’m pulled back to her, holding her against my chest tightly. It’s my job to protect her, even when I’m angry with her. My duty as her man.
“I didn’t mean to set you up.” She whimpers.
Pressing my lips against her hair, I inhale her scent deeply and sigh, “I know.”
While Dean moves his motorcycle into the garage and locks up for the night, I make my way into the house. Slipping off my boots at the door, I remove my phone from my purse before leaving it hanging by its leather straps on a kitchen island bar stool, and walk down the hall towards the bedroom. Grabbing my charger by my night table, I plug the phone in and place it down beside the lamp. When I turn around, Dean is standing in the doorway, watching me.
“Are you still mad at me?” I ask, hoping a few minutes alone outside helped him calm down a bit.
He drags a hand over his jaw, gripping and rubbing the stubble there, clearly still agitated by everything that happened tonight. “The short answer? Yes.”
I know I really messed up. “I’m sorry.” I tell him again.
Dean lets out a long sigh then runs his hand through the top of his hair. “I tried to let it go, but I can’t… I need to know. Did any of those fuckin’ mutts touch you? I’ll trap them inside that shit hole and burn that fucking place to the ground.”
I don’t doubt him. “No.”
“You answered that fast. Yet you look tense.” His eyes slightly narrow at me with suspicion. “Don’t fucking lie to me, Vanna. Especially not when it comes to shit like this.”
“They didn’t touch me. They just… it was a gross place.” I say. “I should wash this dress.”
“They just what?” he demands, the tension in his body still radiating off of him in waves, permeating the atmosphere of our bedroom.
“They just talked about me.”
“The fuck they say?” his tone ominously deeper every time he speaks.
“Typical asshole things. I wasn’t alone with them very long.”
He lowers his head and brings the heels of his palms to his eyes as he takes another deep breath, exhaling slowly. I watch as his chest expands, his shoulders rise and sink as he does. When he drops his hands to his sides, they’re in white knuckled fists. When he looks back at me, his eyes are angry again, like they were when he dragged me to my car.
“Vanna… You’d better…” he begins to say, but I just launch right into it. I can see he’s not going to let this go, and my evasive answers are only pissing him off further.
“It was after Legion left… Crude comments about my body… Nice tits... Do you have a thing for fucking brothers… Bet we could turn a nice profit whoring you out.” I rattle off. “Stupid, nasty things like that, Dean. What does it even matter? They’re just words. Meaningless. Why torture yourself over it?”
“And he just left you there.” Dean mutters with disgust. “Did my brother even attempt to remain with you?”
“They forced him to stay outside. He didn’t want to, and he did tell me to leave. When they wouldn’t let him in with me, he told me not to drink anything.”
I didn’t think Dean could get any more rigid, but that last part, it’s as if his spine turned into a steel rod.
“Jesus fucking Christ…” I barely hear him say it. “They wanted to… They could have…” his words choke off as if his own body won’t allow him to finish the sentence. “I’m gonna kill him.”
“Legion? Or Daniel?” I ask, but Dean doesn’t respond. “Look, Daniel really seems like he has a lot of regret about what happened between you two. He doesn’t even seem to be happy he’s with the Chrome Demons. Something is wrong there, too.” I say. That’s the impression I got from him anyway. He seemed pretty miserable, though, that could also be because of his rocky relationship with Lucinda, I suppose. But my gut tells me, he isn’t happy with the CDMC, either. “Dean, they threatened him, if he didn’t wait outside… He didn’t exactly leave me willingly.”
“Fuck that!” Dean’s shout makes me jump. “He left you in that fucking pit of filth! He left you knowing the kind of shit they do with women! He just fucking left you!”
“He tried, and he made sure they knew you were coming to get me.” I make one last attempt on Daniel’s behalf.
Dean stares at me, pain in his eyes as he holds up his index finger. “I’m one man... One fucking man, Vanna… and I was willing to go in there and take them all on, not knowing if I was walking into a gang of five or twenty-five. I would have taken more than a beating to get you out of there.”
“I know you would.” I sigh with remorse. “But he was scared, Dean…”
“I was scared!” he shouts at me again, his fist thuds against his chest. “I was fucking scared, Vanna!”
“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to-”
“You really don’t fucking get it, do you?” He still looks tormented, his tone laced with a mixture of anger and astonishment. “The only reason they didn’t run a fucking train on you is because Legion has ulterior motives! They didn’t not rape you because they’re afraid of me. Not collectively, they aren’t. They didn’t turn you into a fucking party favor because that wasn’t the plan!” Dean starts to pace again as he stares at me. “What if they didn’t give a fuck who I am? What if Legion’s plans didn’t include you? Do you think they’d give a shit about one guy and his bitch? Do you realize what could have happened to you?”
