Dangerous Beauty: Part Four: Beautifully Broken (76 page)

Kyle bit down on his bottom lip, his hand gripping her hips to help her move. “Shit!” he breathed.

No. He wasn’t fucking answering her. He was trying to forget. This was helping him forget that his fucking birth mother was attempting to bombard her way into his new life.

He had to forget.

Closing his eyes, he surrendered to the intense sensation shooting through his entire body.

“
Fuck
, baby!”

His muscles tensed as he struggled to let her keep control. He wanted to turn her over, slam into her pussy until they both came, but he didn’t. He let her keep going, and reveled in how good it felt to have her riding him.

She was close.
Man
, he could feel it. The walls of her pussy were pulsing around him, and she’d already progressed to screaming out his name.

And Kyle was close to, he was guessing a bit closer so he needed to speed up her pace a bit. She was almost there anyway; she just needed one last push.

So, reaching forward, Kyle pressed his thumb against her clit, rubbing it while he delivered one upward thrust of his hips.

That did them both in.

Kyle swore orgasms with Reanna were the best he’d ever had. They never failed to render him nearly motionless,
fucking
speechless until the spasms released him, usually sending him falling back into a fight to catch his breath.

This time was no different.

He’d managed to bite down on his lip this time, the noise coming from his mouth sounding like something in-between a grunt and a growl. He had no fucking idea, but his eyes were glued to Reanna’s full, bucking hips, and he swore just the sight of it made him come harder.

Once it passed, and their bodies calmed, Kyle laid back, immediately beginning the fight of catching his breath. Reanna laid down on his chest, then lifted her head to look into his eyes.

He saw the question in there before she even spoke, and the last thing he’d felt like doing after they’d just made up after a fight, was lie to her.

So he kissed her, silencing her thoughts, as he turned her on her back, and made love to her again.

He was not telling her. Not telling her that his birth mother was in this city. He refused. She didn’t need to deal with his shit; he could handle it.

He was fine.

Kyle was fine.

He just needed to get through the first night, is all. He could do that without losing his shit. He just needed to focus on the good things in his life now. His family.

He was fine …

The room was dim, the light flickered on and off, and there was a cold, furious sweat shining over his half-naked, violently shaking body, but even still, Kyle had a clear view of the horror that was playing out right before his eyes.

A knife. A large, sharp knife … so much blood.

“Papa! Papa! Help me, please!”

“Punishment, Kyle.” Reanna whispered the words shakily as she raised the knife in her hand. “She must learn.”

Sofia struggled against the straps holding her down against the table, her little body shaking with a chilling fear. “Papa, please!” she wept, a river of bloody tears spilling down her face. “I’m sorry! Please no more. Papa, please!”

“Sofia!” Kyle cried, reaching out to his daughter, but still, he was unable to move, unable to get to them, to save his little girl.

“Papa don’t let her hurt me, Papa! Please! Papa!”

“Please,” Kyle wept, closing his eyes and praying, begging God for help. “Please, make it stop.”

“Papa!”

“Reanna!” Kyle shouted, his voice sounding muffled despite the force he put behind his effort. “Reanna, stop!”

He couldn’t breathe. It felt as if water was filling his lungs, but even still, he screamed her name, begging her to stop torturing their daughter..

“Stop,” he sputtered, exhaustion causing him to fall to his knees. “Stop, Reanna! This is not you, baby. This is not you.”

“This is not me.” he heard Reanna whisper, repeating his words.

“Yes, baby,” he wept, nodding his head and reaching out to his family with a shaky hand as his eyes fell to the filthy, cold floor beneath him. “Please stop. Stop. This is not you.”

“It’s …” she shook her head, finally turning around to face him, “not me.”

Then the room went black. All around him everything was just … black. Silent. All he could hear was the sound of his own heavy, frantic breathing.

Kyle’s eyes shot up from the floor, searching the pitch dark room in a fearful panic.

“Kyle …”

The terrified whisper brushed against his ears, and he immediately knew who the voice belonged to.

“Reanna …”

“Kyle,” she repeated, her whisper now a cry and sounding as if it were getting closer to him.

Kyle reached into the darkness, trying to find her, to feel for her hand and pull her to him. “I’m here, baby. D-don’t cry.”

“Kyle, please.”

Then her voice disappeared.

“Reanna …” He whispered into the darkness. “Reanna … Baby …”

A flicker of light crept into the emptiness, slowly revealing the dim room. Reanna stood, silent in the middle of the kitchen, barefoot and naked, tears of blood streaming down her face.

“Kyle …”

“Reanna,” he called to her. “Come,” he reached for her once again, though his limbs felt heavy. “Come to me.”

In the distance, another voice sounded.

“Bambino … Ascoltami, il mio bambino. You must learn, so I will teach you.”

Kyle’s heart began to pound at the sound of her voice.

“No,” he whispered, somehow knowing what was coming next. “No … don’t.”

“Shh … I will teach you my son. You must do right, or God will take it all away.”

“No, stop,” Kyle croaked. “Stop … Reanna come to me, baby. Get away from her now.”

But Reanna didn’t move. She never moved. She just stood. Even as Abrielle walked past Kyle and entered the kitchen, Reanna stood. Even when Kyle shouted for her to come to him, to run away, she remained where she stood.

“No, Abrielle.
Stare lontano da lei!”

“Watch me, my son. I will do this for you.”

Kyle screamed ‘No’, but no sound left his lips. He tried to move again, to save his love, but still his body was too heavy. It took every bit of energy in him just to lift his hand.

Abrielle walked forward until she reached Reanna, despite Kyle begging her not to. Touching her shoulders, then her hair, she pulled Reanna’s hair back over her shoulder, then ran her hand gently over her neck. Reanna’s cries intensified, as did Kyle’s, knowing deep within his gut what was about to happen next. He reached out to her. She reached out to him, both of them begging Abrielle not to do it, but their cries went unheard. The room went silent. Even as their mouths moved, as they both cried out to one another, no sound could be heard. Only Abrielle. Only the sound of the knife moving across the table. Only the sound of her grip, tightening around the handle. Then came the scream of Reanna when the blade first pierced her skin, slowly dragging up her arms, to her shoulder until it reached the space right beneath her neck.

Kyle shouted ‘No!’ once more, and again it went unheard.

Abrielle gripped the knife tight, jerked Reanna’s hair back, pressed the blade in deeply, then dragged the sharpened steel across her neck; that smile that was burned into Kyle’s memories bright across her face.

Kyle shot up into sitting position with a shout, his eyes darting to every area of his bedroom.

Shit!

“Kyle … Honey.”

At the sound of her tired call, Kyle turned to her immediately, cupping her face.

“Baby,” he said breathlessly, his heart pumping wildly in his chest. “Are you alright?”

Not waiting for her answer, Kyle began to frantically search her body, checking every area that he’d recalled Abrielle running the knife over.

“Honey,” she whispered, the word dripping with concern. “What are you doing?”

It was stupid, he knew that, but the fucking dream had been so vivid. So real. He wouldn’t be able to calm his panic-stricken heart until he was sure that both of his girls were okay. Until he knew for sure that Abrielle hadn’t been right. That God hadn’t taken them away from him.

“Kyle, why—”

Kyle lifted her head slightly, cutting off her sentence as he searched her neck, the place where Abrielle had cut her the deepest.

“Honey,” she whined, attempting to move his hands. “Honey, stop,” she pouted. “You’re freaking me out right now, babe. Seriously, I’m too tired.”

Ignoring her, he kept searching, blinking his eyes rapidly, fighting to make them adjust to the darkness.

“Kyle.”

When he found nothing, when he was certain that she was okay, that she was alive, he laughed. Not a humorous one, a relieved one.

“Thank God,” he laughed breathlessly, kissing her neck, then her cheek, then her lips. “You’re okay.”

“
Uhh, yeah
,” she whined, staring at him as if he’d lost his mind. “Except for the fact that I’m sleepy as hell, and my fiancé has decided that this is the perfect time to have a psychotic break.”

“Sofia,” Kyle whispered, lowering his eyes from hers.

Reanna shook her head, not understanding him. “What?”

Lifting his eyes back to hers, Kyle whispered, “Sofia,” once more, right before he broke contact with her and got up from the bed swiftly.

“I have to go check on her,” he rushed around looking for his boxers.

Just to see that she’s okay,
he thought as he frantically searched the room until he found the shorts. Snatching them up from the floor, he put them on, then rushed to the bathroom to wash his face.

He flipped on the faucet, filling his hands with cold water, then he leaned forward and washed his face. He needed the shock, the coolness of the water to fully wake him from the nightmare he’d had. He also needed to see Lady bug. Needed to touch her just to make sure she was still there, needed to hug her, kiss his bambina, and make sure she was well. And he wouldn’t be able to calm down until he did.

“Kyle Valente.” Reanna appeared at the bathroom door in his silk, royal blue pajama top, her hands resting angrily on her hips. “What the hell is going on with you? Did you have another dream?”

Yeah, he had, but it was more real than any he’d ever had before and he believed he knew why.

At least he wasn’t alone for this one. Having Reanna next to him had helped him snap back into reality quicker than usual.

“Kyle, talk to me!”

“I will,” Kyle promised, pulling a hand towel from the rack and drying his face and hands. “I will, I promise, baby.” He walked past her. “I just need to check on Sofia first.”

With that, he left their room, quickly walking down the hallway until he reached her door.

He looked down at the floor, smiling at the shapes from her night light, spilling out of her room.

That was normal … Just the way he’d left it earlier.

He stepped lightly, slowly opening her bedroom door as he peeked in. It was when he saw her long, black braid, with her night ribbon tied into a bow at the bottom, hanging over the side of her bed that he breathed a long sigh of relief.

She was there, okay, and sleeping soundly in her bed.

Walking in, Kyle listened for the sound of her soft snoring, smiling when he finally got close enough to hear her. She was so peaceful, and most importantly, she was safe.

But for how long? was all Kyle could ask himself.

How long would his daughter be safe with that … woman in New York City?

Walking over to her bed, Kyle kneeled down in front of her, gazing at his sleeping angel.

What if Abrielle escaped? Got past security somehow and found out where he lived? Found out that he had a daughter. Or worse, found out where she went to school.

There was a slim to none chance of any of this ever happening, but even still, the point was that
there was a chance
. And Kyle didn’t like that. He didn’t like taking chances with his family just because he was afraid to resolve it. If not for himself, Reanna and Sofia were more than enough of a reason for Kyle to figure out what the hell he was going to do about Abrielle.

Tonight.

Placing a gentle hand on her head, Kyle leaned forward and kissed his lady bug’s cheek, whispering,
‘I love you,’
before he stood, and swiftly left her room.

He had to do something. That dream had fucked him up, it’d been so real, so … loud. And her voice. It had felt as if Abrielle were actually standing next to him, whispering all of that shit in his ear. He couldn’t take that; he’d never be able to rest with that woman in his life. He wouldn’t be able to function with her so close to his family, he didn’t know what he’d been thinking, keeping her here. But that would all change tonight. Now, if only he could figure out what the fuck he was going to do.