~Ryan’s Point of View~
~Two Hours Ago~
What are the fucking chances that my dad gets a place in LA about twenty minutes from my Sadie? Impossible, you’d think. But after he conquered Chicago, Atlanta, Miami, New York … it seemed LA was next.
I’d never been out to see him since he moved. Well not while he was home. I’d gone several times when he wasn’t there to snoop around. I never trusted the bastard, not for a second. In all that time I never knew how close I was to Sadie, to my only love. Granted my father jetted between numerous cities, he was hardly ever in the same place for long. But still, it was a bit too weird to think he ended up going there and living so close to her. When I'd been forced to leave her I fully left her ... I didn't try to find her. I d
~Sadie’s Point of View~ ~Present~ I stood in the doorway, Ryan was on my porch. He was really here. In the flesh. He was wearing a black leather jacket and dark blue jeans, if he had a motorcycle he’d absolutely be every woman’s wet dream. Damn it, it absolutely killed me to admit he was still my wet dream, every single night. I’d never even remotely found a male that could drive my body insane, to the brink of sheer madness the way he could. Dark skin contrasted against his white t-shirt and it was impossible to keep my mouth from watering. He always was able to destroy me with just a look, one look from those eyes. They saw so deeply into me, they pulled at my very soul.
~Ryan’s Point of View~ Well I was here, in her home. She hadn’t kicked me out yet. I tried to keep her talking, because that meant she was getting her questions answered. That meant she was giving me somewhat of a chance. I was willing to do literally whatever it took to get her to trust me again. If that was possible. I had to make it possible. Seeing Sadie again, smelling her, looking at her curves that were certainly not nearly as big now, but they were there… She had said in her letter I drugged her with my kisses, well she drugs me with literally everything. The way she always sits on one leg, the way she narrows her eyes when she’s unsure. The way she fiddles with her mom’s ring on her finger when she's nervous, she’s always done all those things. I remember every single thing she does and how she moves because I can’
~Sadie’s Point of View~~Flashback~“Do you even know how to skate Ryan,” I giggled.Damn it Sadie, don't be a child! I hated my stupid little girl giggle but it just came out when I was nervous. There was never a time I had been more nervous than right now. Having this huge weird creature standing in front of me with his perfect smile, expensive clothes and warm hands absolutely made my tummy do things it never had before.Boys never paid attention to me, never. Okay so I had been carrying some baby weight for about 14 years longer than I should have, and she-wolves are always fit. I was also shy as could be, I was raised by my dad and he didn’t exactly know how to teach me to be girly. I wa
~Ryan’s Point of View~ “Darling are you there? The connections aren’t the best here,” mom said. I had her on speakerphone, I had nothing to hide. I just hoped like hell whatever she was about to lay on us was the truth. One thing I’ll say for my mom, she doesn’t lie. If I usually ask her a direct question she answers it. She hides very well however. She’s not going to tell you anymore than she needs to. “Yeah mom I hear you just fine. Where are you,” I asked. “Oh we’re just into Bali this morning,” she said, as if she were so exhausted. Clearly she had her own priorities, planning her husband’s funeral wasn’t on her to do list. Mom hadn’t ha
~Sadie’s Point of View~ 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ ~Dream Flashback~ “You’re dating Ryan Whitmarsh?? Over my dead body,” my dad fumed. “Why? How do you know him,” I said, getting in his face. Like hell he was just going to unilaterally make life choices for me. Especially for no good reason. “I don’t know him personally. His whole family are nothing but pieces of--” he cut himself off. I put my hands on my hips and got even more in his face. Dad always promised me we wouldn’t have secrets. Was that just his way of making sure I always spilled my guts? No! This better be a two way street
~Ryan’s Point of View~ Having to leave Sadie and kiss her good-bye was damn near impossible. But it was not a true good-bye. That would never happen again. There was no way. I’d tasted her again and fuck ... her sweet honey pot was still heaven. She trusted me, she gave me her heart this morning and there’s no chance in hell I’m gonna fuck this up. Dough and Leia got busy making some fake credentials, they were going to pose as police officers and act as if they were working the case of Cynthia Covington’s car accident. That never sat right with me, I had read the police report years ago, curiously. Something about it never fully jived for me and now in light of all the shit coming out, I vowed to leave no stone unturned.
~Ryan’s Point of View~ By the time Gia came over I was so pissed off I thought I was going to lose it. My demon was itching to get out and run, gut something and eat. I had texted with Sadie a bit but I was too chicken shit to call her. I wasn’t sure I could face her today. Not with this weighing on me. I had just started to earn her trust, to win her back. She didn’t even know I was looking into her mom’s accident. This would absolutely shatter her. “Can you believe it,” Gia said, regaling me with the tenth story about something or other. Some business trip with dad or some Christmas party. Mom rarely ever did that shit with him, so yeah Gia was on his arm. Their affair was the worst kept secret I was realizing.
~Ryan’s Point of View~ ~December 1, 2010~ “Dad what the fuck is your problem,” I wailed, after he’d just thrown an empty glass at me. “You will not see that damn girl anymore,” he roared, drunk and clearly crazy. There was no talking to him or reasoning when he got like this. When he was in one of his famous moods, when he wanted to just watch the world burn. All you could do was get out of the way. Well I was damn tired of that. Tired of him telling me what I can and can’t do with my life. With my Sadie. Let him cut me off, I don’t need his fucking money. I’d already been saving my allowance and other things my whole life. I’ve got more than seven figures stashed away and most of it is invested, making more
~Two Months Later, Ryan’s Point of View~ Recovering from my shift was almost like re-growing my human body. It was painful as hell, it was lengthy. Now this was the second time doing it in a year so it was worse. My demon didn’t want to let go, but he also understood he couldn’t continue in this way. I was finally in the last stages of my shift, my skin still rough and discolored. I was able to tolerate people food again, not requiring blood and raw meat to survive. My voice had returned, and I was confident I could face Sadie now. My Sadie. I wanted to swear this would be the last time I’d have to abandon her for a long while. But that was just something too unknown. The only thing I could contr
~Sadie’s Point of View~ Since nobody wanted to bother the witches to bring this female to Greece, Dough flew her in his private jet. I may have to ask another time if that’s available, I’d always wanted to be able to say I joined the mile high club. *What’s that,* my wolf asked. I smiled in the mirror as I tried to tame my hair while I explained it to her. She didn’t see the big deal, sex was sex regardless of where it happened. I had to roll my eyes. I explained to her about the thrill of it all, the possibility of being caught. She still didn’t care. A wolf in the throws of sex would not care about an audience. Tunnel vision. I heard voices downstairs and my heart practically thumped out of my chest.
~Sadie’s Point of View~ I couldn’t go in the house. I constantly paced in the backyard of the Greco mansion and I was certain that I was making the guards insane. For some reason I felt like Ryan could find me more easily out here. Which really made no sense. “You’re going to walk a hole in my yard,” Luca laughed. He handed me a glass of wine and I accepted it. “I can’t thank you enough for how generous you’ve been with your home and your time,” I said, as we both sat down in front of the pool. “I haven’t always been there for Miranda how I should have. I wasn’t the best husband. Maybe I feel the need to help now with what I can. I understan
~Ryan’s Point of View~ “This is it, whatever the fuck it takes. This shit ends now. Tully will come,” I said, as Jesse helped me up. “Whatever I can do mate. We’re all ready. Dough is staying with the girls,” he said, as I stood. “Let’s get outside,” I added, then he teleported us to the street. Maybe it was the adrenaline, but I had a sudden rush and I began to thrust my demon forward. This was the worst place to do it, a residential area, lots of people around. It had to be done. I knew when this was over, if I made it … I would be so drained I’d be dead to the world for a month. Sadie might hate me. I had to risk it. The night air was sti
~Sadie’s Point of View~ With all the weeks, all the time I had to build up my anger, my rage at Ryan… My desire to strangle him, my desire to tell him off every which way … I thought it would just burst out of me. But it all completely died and left my mind the moment I saw him. My whole body shook and my wolf lost her mind. My Ryan. My whole world. “Ohh!! Oh,” I shouted, running into his room. I covered my sobs as tears fell down my cheeks. He laid in bed and smiled at me, but didn’t get up. I knew he still couldn’t walk too much, or too far. But seeing him like this, it just hit me all at once. I knew why they hadn’t let me visit him, but my imagination was far worse. My Ryan had always been so damn
~Ryan’s Point of View~ I could barely keep my eyes open and if those fuckers gave me one more protein shake I was going to puke. It was like they went to the store and bought one thing and that was all they were giving me. I smelled Tully, but I could hardly see. A big part of me wanted to beg him to end me, I would have welcomed it. But I had to stay alive for her. I just couldn’t give up. Just keep breathing Ryan. Keep your heart beating. The rest will heal, sometime. “Maybe you were really serious,” he said, pissed off. “I generally am. Demons aren’t known for their comedy,” I mumbled, having no clue what he was talking about. “Where the fuck i
~Sadie’s Point of View~ “Talk to me Jesse,” I squealed, as his parents both rushed into the room with wet towels. “He’s being held hostage, I don’t know where exactly. Once I get my strength back I can try teleporting outside maybe. We need help, serious help. I’ll need to gather the coven,” he mumbled as his parents cleaned him up. “What can I do,” I blurted out, to no one in particular. A flurry of activity erupted around me and I was pushed away and into a corner. It was for the best anyhow, there was nothing I could do and I knew it. “Have you got internal injuries,” his mom shouted.
~Ryan’s Point of View~ In all my years, in three lives … one thing I always knew for certain, was that I didn’t control shit. In my first life, I had no parents or no guidance, no sanity. Then once I got mixed up with vamps I truly lost any semblance of what it meant to be me. Be an individual. In my third life I thought that would finally change. Born into money, status… I could finally call the shots. But all that went away when I lost Sadie. When my father brutally let me know he controlled my life, not me. That he controlled who I loved, and stole the very air from my lungs. The reason my black heart beat. When I first lost Sadie I went on a complete bender, ready to just fuck up anyone and everything. I didn’t care who I hurt or what happened to me. I was miserabl
~Sadie’s Point of View~ I could have easily lived the rest of my life and been very happy not to set eyes on this female again. I watched Mrs. Whitmarsh as she laughed with Troy. He had been apparently posing as a tourist male who was interested in her, and since she was also a telepath she wouldn’t be able to read his thoughts. There was no point in me trying to control my mind around her, I wouldn’t be able to. She was likely the only person who could tell me the truth. Tell me what the hell really happened between her husband and my parents. I was prepared to torture this bitch to death if she didn’t give me some damn answers! I looked at my hand gripping the glass on the table to the point where it was ready to break. I quickly let it go and felt a warm hand