He bent his neck and put his lips to my ear. “I wanna see you.”
Those were the four second most precious words I ever heard in my whole life.
“Okay,” I whispered.
“Regularly.”
“Okay,” I agreed quickly.
“We gotta be careful.”
“We always did, Creed. It’ll be okay. We’ve had tons of practice.”
His arms gave me a squeeze.
“No one can know,” he told me quietly.
“I know.”
“This is us. You and me. Special. We do this, we take it slow, we do it smart. We don’t f**k it up.”
I didn’t get that entirely but still, I nodded. “Okay.”
He knew me and gently pulled me back so I’d look at him.
When I caught his eyes, he explained softly, “I guide this, Sylvie, you follow my lead. Nothing changes between us except everything. You gotta understand, in the eyes of the law, I’m too old for you. In the eyes of God, I’m too old for you. And, bottom line, I’m too old for you. We can be together and we can do things but we’re taking it slow until I’m not too old for you. Do you understand me?”
I bit my lip, feeling my face get pink but I nodded. I understood. He wasn’t going to do it with me.
Not yet.
Then I whispered, “Can we kiss again?”
He grinned. “Fuck yeah.”
I grinned back. “Good, that was really nice.”
He started chuckling then he pulled me close and held me there for a long time.
He broke the moment by saying, “When we go pick up Bootsie, leave your parents a note. Say you’re at a movie. You won’t be home ‘til late. Then you can have dinner and hang at my place with me. We’ll watch a movie.”
My first date with Creed.
It sounded perfect.
Except, of course, the part about Bootsie.
“Okay,” I whispered.
“Let me see your face, Sylvie.”
I pulled it out of the side of his neck, tipped it back and looked at him.
His hand came up and curved around my jaw, tipping my head back further, his dipped down and he brushed his mouth against mine.
It seemed I’d been waiting for years to be just like this with Creed.
And having it…
It was divine.
He moved back half an inch and, eyes locked with mine, he whispered, “My Sylvie.”
I smiled and felt warm through and through and not just from the Kentucky sun beating into me.
His hand slid back into my hair, tipped my head forward, he kissed the top of my hair and murmured there, “Let’s take care of Bootsie.”
Then he kissed me, got to his feet taking me with him in his arms and when he was up, he put me on my feet.
Hand in hand, we walked to his truck.
Hand in hand, me and Creed, the way I knew down deep in my heart we were always meant to be.
Finally.
Chapter Fifteen
Give Me That
Present day…
“She’s with Dixon.”
Creed lay there, his sky blue eyes just staring. Not at the bacon sandwich he could smell which was set just out of reach but at Daddy.
He didn’t believe it. He’d lost track of time. He’d been there days, maybe weeks but he didn’t believe. His Sylvie wouldn’t do that. Not in a few days. Not in a few weeks. Not ever.
“She’s with Dixon,” Daddy went on. “Right now. It didn’t take her long with you being gone to realize she’s better than you. She’s a Bissenette. You may have your Daddy’s blood but you’ve got more of Winona in you. I know this. I know it because you’d set your sights on a teenage girl. Fuck with her head. Take her virginity. You’re trash, Tucker Creed. You were trash before that whore shoved you out. You’re trash now. Jason Dixon isn’t trash. Jason will give her everything you can’t, never could, never will. Jason will hand her the moon.”
Creed said not a word. He just lay there, staring.
Daddy got impatient and bent deep, leaning close.
“Promise to let her go, leave, never return, let her have the life she should have and we’ll feed you, we’ll unchain you, get you medical attention for that cut. I’ll give you ten thousand dollars and you can set up somewhere else. Promise to let her go, leave and never come back, never enter her life again, never phone her, never see her and this will be over.”
Creed spoke then.
And he did it to say in a cracked, parched, weak voice, “Never.”
* * * * *
I shot up to sitting in bed, the room dark, Creed’s strong arm along my stomach and I was breathing heavily.
The dream still had me.
I threw the covers aside and started to catapult myself from the bed but Creed’s arm tightened. Instead of jumping one way, I found myself flying the other. I landed in the bed on my back then Creed’s weight was on me.
“It was a dream, baby,” he whispered through the dark. “Just a dream. It’s over.”
It wasn’t a dream. It was real. He told me. He told me all about it. Even the new stuff.
Now I knew everything.
I thought I was ready.
I’d never be ready.
It hit me I was shaking so I did the only thing I could to get rid of the shakes. I wrapped my arms around his solid, warm bulk, lifted my head and shoved it in his neck taking in his scent, letting everything that was him envelope me.
“These dreams are kicking my ass,” I whispered back.
“Just hold on,” he murmured.
I sucked in breath, tightened my arms and held on.
The shaking left me and I found my mouth saying, “I don’t want you to go.”
It was early morning Friday, three days after the shit went down with Drake Nair. Outside of the three girls who got targeted needing a lot of TLC, things seemed settled. Creed and I were working my jobs as well as keeping an eye on Knight’s business but it seemed Nair had worked alone. Creed didn’t trust it, not yet, he wanted to do more digging and he wanted to be around in case something went down. So he spoke to Knight, Knight agreed and we were still nosing.
But the weekend was upon us and it was Creed’s weekend with his kids. He was flying back to Phoenix. He got them Friday afternoon and took them back to Chelle Sunday evening.
We’d discussed this and decided that this visit, Creed would tell them about me and he’d take some time to tell Chelle. He didn’t want her blindsided by the information coming from one of the kids that a woman named Sylvie was in his life. I thought that was cool of him to do but I didn’t envy him that conversation.