Captivated by Your Love (The Blue Heart Series Book 2) (5 page)

Jensen: I’ll call you whatever name I see fit. You better hope to God that you didn’t sleep with him. If I find out you did there is going to be hell to pay.

Me: I totally understand. It’s you that I want, Jensen, it has always been you. Now let’s quit fighting. I don’t like to fight with you. Can we please see one another later today or tonight?

Jensen: No, I think I need a break from you. I’m going out with the boys tonight to get drunk and maybe get laid since you don’t put out.

What the hell, was he telling me he was going to cheat on me? What a fucking dickhead. But how could I be mad when I had done the exact same thing to him and I had feelings for someone else. Maybe I needed to end things and give Justice the chance I knew he wanted and deserved because I knew deep down in my bones I was Justices.

Me: You know what. I think we should just call it quits. You can go out and have some fun with your boys and get laid all you want. TTYL Asshole.

Jensen: Asshole? Did you just call me an asshole, bitch. I’m not letting you go so don’t even think about trying to break things off with me.

Me: Too bad. Don’t ever contact me again.

I was shaking as I typed those last words. He scared me, like seriously scared me. My belly was nauseous and I felt the slight tremble in my lips while my phone shook in my nervous hands. What was I going to do if he was serious?

“Justice!”

It had been a few weeks since I had broken up with Jensen. He was relentless. He called and text me night and day begging me to give him another chance. But lately he had gotten more aggressive with his messages by calling me bitch and cunt. He still wouldn’t let it go about Justice. His most prominent question was if I had fucked him or not. I just simply ignored him and I tried not to let it bother me.

Justice and I hadn’t really seen one another either, which was a bit shocking. Since the morning after our threesome, he had been giving me the space that I had asked him to give me. I couldn’t commit to another relationship right now. Yes, I knew I wanted him but I just wasn’t ready. Fortunately he had agreed, but I knew that wouldn’t last for very long. He was a fighter and when he was determined and wanted something he always got his way. In so many ways I wanted to give in, but like I said, I wasn’t ready. I missed him, terribly. It was those casual nights of lounging around and watching TV or game nights with Syd and Damien that I desired most. I missed those times. I was half tempted to call him and ask him to come over and hang out but I was too exhausted after a twelve-hour day at the hospital.

Today had been non-stop. We had three new patients and they were all pretty sick. There was some sort of bug going around that dehydrated the poor kids and ended up putting them in the hospital. So I was a busy girl and needed some rest and relaxation. Maybe I would take a bubble bath and kick up my feet for a while.

Lazily walking through the sliding doors of the hospital, I felt the hairs on the back of my neck rise and my spidey senses acutely become aware that something wasn’t right. But I trudged forward. I might be little but I was mighty. I just felt like something was really off. My tired legs slowly ate up the steps until I reached my car. I noticed Reeve’s car was parked next to mine, but what really caught my attention was Jensen standing there.

“What are you doing here, Jensen?” I asked nervously. My stomach was in a fit of knots and I felt the rosiness in my cheeks turn to a pale white while my hands started to shake.

“You won’t return my calls or my messages,” he said with certainty.

“That is because we are over.” I swallowed around the lump that had quickly formed in my throat.

“I told you, bitch, I’m not letting you go.” He snarled at me and my stomach sank further. What the fuck was up with this guy, calling me bitch all the time? He was delusional if he thought he was going to get away with treating me like that.

“Let’s be clear, if you call me a bitch one more time we are really going to have a problem,” I threw back at him, squaring my shoulders and holding my head high like I wasn’t scared when really I was completely panicked. I could feel my bottom lip start to tremble.

“Bitch,” he said back to me and then moved closer, placing himself nose to nose with me. I side stepped him and tried to go around him, but he kept up with my steps and stayed planted in front of me.

“Move out of my way, Jensen.” I put my hands to his chest and slightly pushed and tried shoving him but he wouldn’t budge.

Shit.

Shit.

Shit.

What was I going to do? Here I was in a parking lot, not another soul around. I was freaked out and I didn’t think I was going to get out of this situation unharmed.

He shoved me back. “Bitch.” I fell back, almost losing my balance.

“Don’t fucking touch me, you asshole,” I spit back at him.

He reached around me and took a huge wad of my hair in his hand and dragged me over to the car and slammed my head down on the trunk. I felt like my head was going to split open from the sheer pain of it and I lost my breath. I gasped.

I didn’t know what else to do; I was in a compromising position. He was at my back forcing me down, and I was no help to myself.

So I started to scream.

“Help!”

“Help!”

“Someone please help me!”

He lifted my head, and stood me up with my back against the trunk, facing me. “You can stop pleading for someone to help you, if you say it again so help me God…“

Tears were running down my cheeks at this point. I was a shaking mess and I was scared to death. I didn’t know how I was going to ever get out of this situation. I sent a silent prayer to God that someone would help me. My eyes flicked a bit looking for any signs of help, but I saw none and my stomach sank even further.

“Jensen, just please… please stop. We can talk okay.” I tried pleading with him, but I saw the “look.” It was a look in his eyes that had me reeling and not in a good way. It was like he was possessed. No doubt it would have been by the devil; I think they were sharing space in the fiery pits of hell. At this point I thought he was the devil.

“Say you are mine, cunt,” he seethed. I was getting sick of him calling me names. I didn’t know whether I should fight or give in. Even though I was scared out of my wits, I was getting pissed off as well. How I ended up with such an asshole was beyond me.

“I’m not yours,” I spat back at him.

“Look me in the eyes and tell me you didn’t fuck Justice. Because I know you did, you whore.” What was up with this guy? One minute he was asking me to tell him I was his and then he was calling me a whore, bitch, and cunt. He had some serious issues going on for sure. I had to wonder if this was his first time he had been violent with a woman.

So I went for broke. I was sick of his shit and hopefully my next words would get rid of him completely. “I fucked him! Is that what you want to hear, you bastard? I fucked him and he was better than you!”

The next thing I knew I was falling to the ground. He had punched me so hard in the stomach that I went down with no lifeline for support. I couldn’t catch my breath. I was gasping and felt like I was going to die. He started kicking me in the stomach while I wrapped my hands around myself trying to protect myself, blow after blow. I felt like the toe of his boot was making a permanent impression in my skin, it was so deep.

“You bitch!” Kick to the ribs. “I knew it!” Another swift kick.

My whole world was spinning. I couldn’t breathe. Tears were making a heavy trail down my cheeks and I just wanted to die.

“Stop… Please stop,” I said breathlessly I felt like I was choking on my words. The pain was so severe that I thought I might vomit.

I looked up from the ground just as he was bending over to grab me by the hair again and out of nowhere, Reeve was there pulling Jensen off of me. I praised God that help had finally arrived.

Reeve started punching the shit out of him, rapidly firing one blow after another. I could hear the skin meeting skin and what sounded like crunching. All the while I lay there not being able to do a damn thing. I felt a horrible cramping and I couldn’t breathe. Then it hit me.

Oh no…

Oh no…

No.

No.

No.

Please God no. What if I was pregnant and he harmed the baby? More tears fell just as Jensen fell at the same time. Reeve was instantly by my side.

“Bee, are you okay?” He pushed the hair out of my face and started checking over me.

“No,” I croaked.

He put his arms under my body and lifted me off the ground, cradling my body to his. In that moment I couldn’t be more thankful. I started to sob loudly.

“It’s okay, Bee, we’re going to get you checked out. I got you.” He tried soothing me.

I just pressed my head to his chest and thanked God he was here. I felt fucking awful like I had a cracked rib, and I had this horrible cramping like I was having my period. I knew deep down what that was and I lost it.

“Babe, you’re bleeding,” he said with the utmost concern.

I looked down and sure enough there was blood coming out between my legs.

The baby. Yeah, I was right I had lost the baby. I just knew it. I continued to sob. Having a baby right now would have not been my first choice, however in my heart I knew I was pregnant. In many ways, despite my feelings, a part of me desired the chance to carry Justice’s baby. To have him or her grown inside of me and then to bring them to life. Making a baby was amazing but giving birth to a new life was phenomenal. It has really changed Sydney’s life. I wasn’t sure what I wanted or expected from Justice, but I did want this baby whether I was ready for it or not.

“Justice,” I said between sobs, and Reeve just nodded knowing exactly what I meant. I needed him now more than I ever needed him.

I didn’t look back to check on Jensen, it was all I could do to keep myself from passing out. But I wanted him to pay for what he had done to me. It was really fucked up that I allowed this situation to escalate to the point it had. I really should have listened to everyone in my life who thought he was not a good guy. Sydney was usually always right and I should have trusted her instincts.

I would never forgive him for what he had taken from me.

It was a Friday night and I had just pulled into the driveway of my home from a grueling day at work. We had a few DUI’s that we had to contend to which led to arrests. I liked my job but dealing with drunks was never fun. Most of the time they didn’t know what the fuck they were doing. Shit pissed me off.

It wasn’t my weekend to have Camden which really crawled under my skin. I wanted to see him all the time and would have him move in with me if I could. He and his mom, April, and I got along well which was good, but she was stingy when it came to sharing him. She and I had a fling, a condom broke and low and behold she ended up pregnant. It was good that she was so kick ass. I lucked out because some of the guys at the station had a hell of a time with their baby mammas.

Things with Abbee had lulled to a stop. She had asked for time and I reluctantly gave it to her. I wasn’t a patient man and it wasn’t in my nature to sit back idle, but I wanted her and knew she needed this so I relented. It was hard as hell. I missed spending time with her. When I knew she was at work I still went to her house and caught up with my bro, Damien, and had a few beers. Also I couldn’t get enough of his sweet baby, Lucy.

Baby.

Baby.

Baby.

Yeah, it had been on my mind a lot. I wanted nothing more than for Abbee to be carrying my baby. I knew that conceiving a baby during a threesome wasn‘t ideal but it didn’t make me want it any less. I loved children and I was pretty crazy about Abbee.

She was such an amazing woman that it was hard to stay away from her. I craved those nights we would just hang out and do nothing at all, like watch TV. It was funny as hell when I would steal the remote from her, changing it from one of her chick flicks to sports. She would get herself worked into a huff. Sometimes it led to us to wresting one another, which I thoroughly enjoyed. I, of course, always let her win. She loved to win and I would relent and give her back the remote.

I was craving her and wanted to text her and see if she wanted to hang out but I was giving her what she needed.

My phone started ringing and I grabbed it out of my pocket in hopes that it would be her. But looking at the screen I noticed it was only Reeve. He probably wanted to go grab a beer or hit a club or something. I wasn’t up for clubbing as I didn’t want another woman other than Abbee, but I could go for a beer or maybe six. I needed something to dull my constant need for that woman. I couldn’t tell you how many times I had jacked myself off just thinking about her. I had a constant ache for her.

Picking up the phone, I hit accept.

“What’s up, brother?”

“Where are you at?” he asked me. That wasn’t typically how he started a conversation. Reeve was more polite than me, being a doctor and all; he had a lot more polish. I was a bit rougher around the edges.

“Just pulled in my driveway. Why what’s up? You want to get a beer?” I asked.

“Actually, no, I need you to come to the hospital.” Fuck, why would he need me to come to the hospital? Was there something wrong with one of our family members? Did his brand new Beamer break down or something? Fucker had the nicest damn ride.

“It’s…” he wavered and it hit me that something was really wrong.

“What the fuck, dude, just spit it out.” I was getting impatient. I needed to know what the hell was going on, like now. I didn’t need him to pussy foot around things.

“It’s Bee.” My heart sank.

“What do you mean it’s Abbee? What the hell is going on, Reeve?” I needed to know and I needed an answer like right fucking now.

“Jensen beat the shit out of her.” He paused and I could feel my stomach sink and my blood pressure skyrocket. “She’s in bad shape.”

I immediately put my car in reverse and stormed out of the driveway. What the mother fuck had just happened. I knew he was no good. I was supposed to run a report on him, one that I never got around to. I had been so damn busy at work. But I should have checked this shit out, it was all my fault. If I would have known what we were dealing with I could have protected her and prevented this from happening. I should have ran that damn report. I bet that motherfucker had a rap sheet a mile long. He just wasn’t a good character. Anyone would know just by meeting the dude. He was a bad egg, a really bad egg, and I would make him pay for what he had done to Abbee. It still boggled my mind as to why she was with him in the first place. I just didn’t get it. She deserved so much better. She deserved to be with me because I would treat her like a fucking princess.

“Be there in five.” I replied. The hospital was at least fifteen minutes from my house. But I didn’t give a fuck. I would drive recklessly if it meant that I would get to her quicker.

Thoughts swam around in my head and made me dizzy with worry about how bad things really were. I had to see her for myself to make sure she was okay and, most of all, I needed to take care of her. I would play nurse maid to her. She wasn’t going home to her house, she was coming to mine. And once I got her there I‘d be damned if I was going to let her leave. I wanted her there with me. Right fucking now.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

This shit was fucked up. I charged through the yellow light and made my way to the hospital as fast as I could. I pulled into the parking lot and saw cop cars. I drove in a bit closer to further assess the situation. It looked like they were picking up Jensen. Thank fuck my brother had called the police. That fucker deserved to be behind bars. From the looks of it he was pretty roughed up. Nothing like he would look once I got my hands on him. He would pay.

I parked my car, got out, and ran to the ER entrance. I walked in and saw Sydney in the waiting room. She immediately got to her feet and walked over to me, wrapping her arms around me and buried her head in my chest. I could feel her body tremble under my hands. She seemed pretty shook up. As should be expected.

She pulled away and looked at me her eyes full of tears. “I’m so sorry, Justice.”

Why the hell was she apologizing to me? I didn’t quite understand the comment. She should be telling Abbee that she was sorry.

“For what sweetheart?” I asked with concern.

“You need to see her, Justice. You need to talk to her. They are doing a pelvic exam on her which is why I’m not with her right now. She’s pretty roughed up. She lost a lot of blood.” My mouth went dry and my heart stood still in my chest. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think.

“I have to see her right now. Where is Reeve? He needs to get me in there. Now!” I couldn’t go a second longer without being near her, to look at her, to know she was going to be okay. I needed her. Like now. Not in five minutes or twenty.

“You have to wait.” She pulled away from me and looked me in the eyes, pleading with me. “Please try and be patient. For her. You can do this for her. She really needs you right now.” I needed her so badly.

Sydney looked over my shoulder and I turned to see what she was looking at. It was Reeve. Thank fuck he had come out here. I knew he was a doctor and all but it was fucked up that he got to be with her when I didn’t.

“Reeve, man, tell me she’s alright?” I pleaded with him. I needed him to say those words to me.

“She’s going to be alright. She has a few busted up ribs and well…” He paused. What the hell was he waiting for?

“Go on.” I needed to hear him tell me the rest.

“She was pregnant and lost the baby.” Holy mother fuck. My heart sank and my stomach rolled. I felt so miserable in that moment. She was carrying our child and she lost it.

“I’m gonna kill him,” I said to both Sydney and Reeve.

“Step in line,” Sydney spoke up.

“I beat the shit out of him, Justice. He wasn’t standing when I was finished with him,” Reeve replied, running a hand through his hair.

“Can I see her now?” I needed to talk to her to make sure she was going to be okay. We needed to talk about her losing the baby. Our baby. This situation was so fucked up. Had it not been for that asshole Abbee would have been swollen with my child.

“Yeah, they just finished the exam.” He patted me on the back. “She’s gonna be alright, dude. The doctor said she should have no problem conceiving another child.”

Another child. I didn’t know if I could give it that much thought at the moment when Abbee was in such rough shape. Hell yeah I wanted her to conceive my child, but now wasn’t the time or place to talk about that. I knew Reeve was just trying to be nice. He knew how crazy I was about her. Hell, for all I knew all of Las Vegas knew just how wild I was about her. It was no secret. I wanted her to be mine and now I was going to make my claim. She needed someone strong to help her through this. She had Sydney but she would have me as well. I would give her all of my time and support. Anything I could do to make her happy I would. I just hoped like hell she would give me a chance. The one that I knew I deserved.

As we walked back toward her room I thought about what I wanted to say and tried to calm my nerves. I would try my hardest not to be bossy but it was going to be fucking hard.

We approached the curtain to the room she was in, inside the ER, and my heart sank as I could hear her whimpering. I pulled the curtain back and peeked in the room. She had her hands covering her face and her body was visibly shaking. It broke my fucking heart in to pieces that lay shattered on the ER floor. Being a rock was one of my strong suits, so I would be that for her right now because that was what she really needed from me.

“Abbee, can I come in, sweetheart?” I asked in a tender way.

She removed her hands from her face and I saw the tears that had been cascading down. You could tell there had been a trail of several. “Oh, Justice,” she said softly.

Walking into the room with measured steps, I immediately went to her side, sat down on the edge of the bed, and gathered her into my arms. She didn’t hesitate, she threw her arms around me and sobbed like a baby. I tried to be careful with her, treating her like a porcelain doll. I knew her sides had to be tender and I didn’t know if she was in pain from the miscarriage. It didn’t seem to bother her as much as it did me because she held on tight to me not letting me go while she poured out her sorrow on my shirt.

“It’s going to be okay.” I hoped like hell she believed those words because in that moment, with her falling to pieces like she was, I wasn’t quite sure that they would. But I had to be strong for her.

“I lost the ba—” Her voice choked on a sob. I knew exactly what she was talking about.

“I know, honey,” I cooed to her and rubbed the back of her head with my hand.

She pulled away from me and I could tell she was trying to gain her composure. She took a few deep breathes causing her to whimper from the pain that I was sure her broken ribs were causing her. “I didn’t know I was pregnant. But just knowing now that I was….” She took another breath. “It doesn’t make it any easier. Deep down, I wanted this baby with you.”

“I know and it’s okay. We will get through this. Other than your broken ribs you have a clean bill of health.” Thank fuck for that.

“I know, it just doesn’t hurt any less.” She buried her face in my chest again and began to cry. Tears for a baby that would never be.

“I’m so stupid,” she whispered, but I heard her loud and clear. “Jensen is a piece of shit. I want to kill him with my bare hands.”

“Shhh, it’s okay, we don’t have to talk about him right now.” I didn’t need to get any more worked up than I was already. I was raging mad. It was a good thing I was a cop or I might have just had to kill him. But I didn’t want to go to jail and serve time for the worthless motherfucker.

“I’m just so angry and sad. So very low.” She was low and I needed to do everything I could to pull her back up. I would spend my time trying to make her happy.

“I know you are.” I tried to soothe her by rubbing slow circles on her back.

I heard a throat clear and looked over my shoulder. It was Reeve. Didn’t he realize we were having a moment? I needed more time alone with her.

“Can I come in?” Reeve asked.

Abbee pulled away from me. “Sure. I just want you to know that I’ll never be able to repay you for saving me tonight.” I wouldn’t be able to repay him either. Thank fuck he was there at the right time.

“Anytime, Bee.” I looked at him and growled. Didn’t he know her fucking name is Abbee? Jesus, what was wrong with everyone?

Abbee chuckled. “Why are you growling now? He didn’t do anything wrong, Justice.”

“Never mind. So, Reeve, what’s up?” I needed to get him in and out of here as fast as I could.

“I wanted to let you know that they are releasing you to go home.” Have mercy.

I looked at her. “You’ll be coming home with me, sweetheart. I plan on taking care of you and keeping your safe.”

“Actually.” She bit her bottom lip. I could tell she was nervous about what she wanted to tell me. “I’m not staying in Vegas. I had Sydney book the red eye flight to go back to Detroit. I’m going home.”