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"You're absolutely perfect, Rose. Lead the way, I'll follow."
We drove towards the address Lisa gave me, spotting Davis and Carter there already. We headed upstairs to the door, this asshole was meant to be behind. I pounded on the door with my anger at an all-time high. It swung open to a tall man with a lean physique. He had toned muscles and broad shoulders. He was a very handsome man, but knowing what he did to Lisa made him disgusting in every way.
"Can I help you?" He smiled down at me as if I were some little present delivered to him.
Oh, you can help me alright.
Chapter 38
Olive's P.O.V.
I don't understand what compels a man to hit a woman. Is it the fact that they like to prey on the weak? Do they get pleasure from it? Is there no real remorse?
"I'm here for Lisa," I told the man sternly, wiping the smile off his face completely.
"She's not here." He crossed his arms, noticing the guys around me now.
"I know she's not. I'm here to deliver a message from her to you. In all reality it's from me to you." I punched him right in the throat, making him step back into the apartment, allowing us to enter. Carter closed the door behind him, locking it to the man's horror. The guy held his neck as he coughed profusely. He looked at me furiously as he pulled his fist back. I avoided his obvious punch, returning one of my own to his diaphragm. He let out a sigh of breath with groans. I beat the shit out of him, punching him, kicking him in the groin.
"If you so much as even look at Lisa again, I'll let these two handle you next time. Maybe you'll realize not all women are punching bags. You fucking coward." I spat at him as he laid on the ground bloodied and bruised. I turned to Carter and Davis, letting them finish up here while I left with Lucas. They'll threaten him enough to where he won't talk or press charges on me. They've done this often with no cop involvement, so they know how to handle this.
"Thank you, Rose," Lucas whispered to me happily.
"Anytime. I hope Lisa learns from this."
"Me too. I can't afford to lose my sister." Lucas sounded so sad as he confessed his revelation.
"You won't."
We headed home from there, feeling all kinds of stress. We were both worried for Lisa, and even though I'd beat the man so badly tonight, it didn't feel like enough. It didn't feel like I helped her enough. Perhaps I'll teach her to fight or maybe Davis can. Maybe having control will help her. I wonder if she'd be willing to learn. Lucas held me close as he iced my fists. He wrapped my bloodied knuckles. It hurt, but I was glad I did it. It was damn worth it. I hope he gets the message.
"I love you, Olive. Thank you for what you did for Lisa tonight. I didn't know it was possible, but I think I'm even more in love with you now." His eyes bore into me, filling me with his love.
"I love you too, Lucas. So very much."
We kissed for a long while. Each kiss became more and more passionate until we were shedding our clothes and heading towards the bed. Lucas kissed me tenderly all over. It was sweet and soft. He then held me close as he gently inserted himself inside of me. He kept his chest pressed against mine and held me close as he thrusted in me. I've never had sex like this before. It felt so intimate, so loving. Is this what making love is?
I wrapped my arms around him, kissing him more. I loved the feel of having him pressed against me as he filled me with himself. I never wanted to let go. It felt like we were replenishing our souls. I couldn't get enough of him and this intimate moment. It was sweet and sensual and eventually led to an amazingly long orgasm, followed by his spurts deep inside me. With another whispering I love you, we fell asleep naked in each other's arms.
Morning came too soon, with its bright orangey hue peeking through my curtains. I squinted as my eyes began to open and focus on my surroundings. Lucas' head laid on my chest as he let out stuffy snores. He was beautiful with his peacefully resting face. I watched him for a moment before running my fingers through his hair.
"Mmm, that feels nice," he said through his raspy morning voice. I love his morning voice so much.
I continued to play with his hair while his thumb rubbed my side gently. I didn't want to move, didn't want to get up, but a wave of nausea hit me hard. I bolted out of bed so fast I scared Lucas. I ran towards the bathroom, mainly dry heaving since I had nothing in my stomach but acid. But even the acid came out of my throat along the way, leaving a nasty taste in my mouth.
"Are you okay?" He asked me as he rubbed my back.
"Yeah, I think so. I don't know what that was. It was random." I got up, brushing my teeth and washing my face. Lucas stayed by my side, still worried about me.
"Are you sure you're okay?" He asked as I turned to face him.
"I'm fine, I promise. In fact, I feel better."
I wasn't lying either. I did feel better already, like I only needed to puke once to be fine. I guess my stomach felt like being a dick this morning. As I figured, Lucas did not let me leave the bed. He gave me one of his shirts to wear with one of my underwear. He told me he loved to see me in his clothes the best.
"You look damn sexy with those on. So let me admire your body." He said, sliding my underwear on for me. His shirt slipped over me like a mini dress, exposing my thighs but covering my underwear.
"Admire away, sir." I said with a playful smirk as I sprawled myself out on the bed.
