SWNOVELS Chapter 75
One thing I knew for sure was that my father wouldn’t think for even a second before divulging whatever it is that Azriel and his uncle wanted to know about me. I couldn’t blame it all on his selfishness though, the Clarkes were mafia after all.
I couldn’t think about this right now; I had to go back out there and try to act normal around these people. I had to try to act normal because I wasn’t ‘allowed’ to talk about what had happened this morning, to act as freaked out as I felt. It came crashing down on me, then, that I couldn’t ever confide in anyone about my life without breaking his rules. I loved my friends, I loved our sessions where we sat and shared information, gossiped, talked hopes, dreams, and uncertainties. How could I not ever share my innermost feelings and what was happening in my life with anyone else? I also thought about Dad and wondered again if he’d had any idea what’d happened to me after I didn’t meet him at the food court in the mall.
It was weird that Nino stood outside the room door while I changed. I reached into my purse and found the basics. I put my hair it in a ponytail, put on some l*p gloss, mascara, and eyeliner, and then put my sleeping clothes into the bag and popped the iPhone into the jean skirt pocket and followed him back to the kitchen. There was laughter from downstairs. Nino took my bag for me, telling me he’d put it in Azriel’s car for me, and motioned for me to go ahead.
Azriel was sitting at a large dining room table with Lisa, his uncle, and Dario and they were all laughing. Platters sat in the middle of the large table filled with breakfast foods. There was enough food to feed 10, rather than 5 of us.
Azriel’s eyes sparkled as I entered the room and he motioned for me to sit in the empty chair beside him. He looked completely composed, was dressed in a collared dark gray shirt and pair of dark distressed button fly jeans, black motorcycle boots, and he was eating a piece of bacon. I sat beside him and his lips touched my cheek, “You good, baby?” he asked me.
I nodded while shrugging at the same time, “You?”
“Peachy,” he said and wiggled his eyebrows. Then he leaned over and passed me the plate of waffles. He smelled freshly showered and I felt drawn to him, I wanted to climb into his lap, tuck my head under his chin and hold on tight. Of course I didn’t.
We’d just been through a shooting incident where we almost got shot, then where he’d commando style retaliated and obviously just either killed one or two or had at least watched one or two men die. I’d just witnessed two dead men outside the bedroom and then watched him, clad in only his underwear, interrogate and sucker punch someone who was already black and blue and bloody. I glanced down as he spread jam on a piece of toast. His knuckles were bruised-looking. Yeah, he’d probably bloodied that guy being interrogated and who knew what’d happened to the guy afterwards? And what he’d said to the guy about me? That the only person who was allowed to put fear into my eyes was him? I felt a raw sensation spread deep inside of me.
I wasn’t hungry. Death tended to lower my appetite, I guessed. I passed the plate of waffles along to Dario, who sat across from me, and just put a few pieces of cubed fruit on my plate.
“That all you’re going to eat?” Azriel whispered in my ear.
I nodded, “Not feeling so hungry.”
“Excuse us,” Azriel said to the room and put his napkin on the table and reached for my hand. I took it and followed him out of the kitchen, down a hall, and out a back set of sliding doors onto a deck that overlooked a swimming pool.
He took me into his arms and lifted me up a few inches off the floor, holding me tight “You okay?” he whispered into my hair. I started shaking again.
He set me back on my feet and tipped my chin up with his thumb and index finger and then kissed my forehead softly, “Everything is fine. I dealt with that security breach and it won’t happen again. You don’t have to worry. By the time we get back home the house’ll be 100% safe.”
“It the same people as Mexico?”
“Don’t worry, baby. It’s dealt with. We’ll have brunch with these guys and then we’ll go for a drive and get out of the city for a bit, okay?”
I nodded, looked down, but melted into him, feeling oddly safe.
“Claire, smile, please. Come and eat. Okay? I won’t let anything happen to you. Anything. Ever.” He smelled so good. I inhaled him at the chest and nodded, then followed him back into the house. He hadn’t seemed threatening with me but that hadn’t settled my nerves any, either. I saw his uncle in the doorway. He’d been watching us. He had a smile on his face. It was sort of a sick smile. It gave me the heebie jeebies.
The rest of the meal was jovial. Not because of me, because of Azriel’s uncle and Dario, mostly. When we got back to the table Azriel heaped scrambled eggs and bacon on my plate and then went back to eating. I picked at the food but didn’t consume much.
They were debating almost non-stop for almost 2 hours on a variety of subjects. Azriel was quiet other than dropping the odd wise crack in there to cut up one, the other, or both of them. I was quiet but I tried not to be broody. He seemed deep in thought, too. Lisa sort of just sat there looking pretty but she rolled her eyes at me a few times, too, due to the topics or the passion with which an argument was delivered, making me smile.